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oftenderweapons · 4 months

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Natural Connection | KNJ | Ch.5

A Small Town Swoons story

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Plum)

Wordcount: 3.6k

Genre: stragers to lovers, fluff, mild angst; ranger/trainer!Namjoon, Chef!reader

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: Plum wakes up needy, too bad Namjoon has already left her room. Their confrontation doesn't go where expected.

Trigger warnings: swearing, semi-public sex. Making out, grinding, dry humping, mutual masturbation, peaches and cream (i guess???). Musings on unprotected sex. Just a pinch of postcoital misunderstandings. Feral, possessive kissing and light biting.

A/N: Holy moly it's been two years???, but I guess it's better late than never, right? 😅💖 I decided to post this only now since I've already written the final 2 chapters. It's been tought, but I've decided it's time to return to this story and finally complete it (even though Ranger!Joon will be oh so dearly missed. I really didn't want to let go of him LOL, esp since it's time to drop this sunshine baby's full back story 😞🥺🥺🥺)

Here is my Masterlist, enjoy!

Navi: Part 1 – Part 2 — Part 3 – Part 4 - Part 5

When you saw Namjoon the next morning, you only remembered waking up to an empty bed.

It wasn't a pleasant feeling and you weren't ready to acknowledge it like a mature, emotionally stable adult.

“Good morning, Plum,” he murmured, standing very close beside you as he waited for his band of jocks to join you.

“Morning,” you replied, a bit grumpy, but hiding it behind the pretense of courtness.

“Did you sleep alright?” he asked, gentle and apprehensive.

“Uh-huh.”

“Not very wordy, mh?” He nodded to himself. “Okay.” And just like that, conversation was over.

You hated having him right beside you and wasting time in silence when all you wanted to do was hear him talk, but apparently you had to make do with what you had.

The guys arrived all together maybe two minutes after he stopped talking to you.

“Okay, let's stop by the equipment office so you can all get your climbing gear.”

Cruelty didn't even begin to cover the ugly feeling coursing through your every limb. It was a sour kind of betrayal, both from your own body and from the person who has so perfectly won you over in nothing but four days of half smiles and hard work and competent guidance.

It felt like your stomach was being played tennis with, slammed from one side to the other.

Namjoon seemed entirely oblivious to the wretched state you were in, especially once he knelt in front of you and tugged at the straps around your thighs, slipping two fingers in between the harness and your skin to make sure there was enough space for your muscles to flex comfortably. “All set?” he asked, but his voice was dark and once his eyes shot up to your face he couldn't hide a flicker of lust lighting up his guts.

This angle, he thought, was just the same as when he'd lifted your leg and placed the back of your knee over his shoulder, his nose diving in the metallic, earthy scent of you.

He was getting hard. He could tell.

But you took a step back. “Yes.” Your reply was glacial, and it seemed as if you couldn't remove your harness fast enough.

“I'll be right back,” you told him over your shoulder as you headed for the closest restroom in the sports hall.

Namjoon just nodded and watched you go.

“What did you do to her?” Jackson asked him, an unwelcome afterthought, like his personal little devil perched on his shoulder.

“I have no idea,” Namjoon replied, sincere and confused.

“Did you tell her something rude? With your typical lone wolf harshness?” Jaebeom pitched in.

“Who made her mad?” Asked Wooyoung, staring at your figure as you dashed across the hall.

“Namjoon,” said Jackson, not even bothering with stating that maybe you weren't mad at all, and that Namjoon had done absolutely nothing to upset you.

Yet, it was his interaction with you that had made you dash. Or so he thought.

“Go check on the girl, you fool! Didn't mother teach you anything?”

All the guys turned in Bangchan's direction and he seemed to quote, “Broke your heart I'll put it back together, I would wait forever and ever, and that's how it works, that's how you get the girl.”

Jackson and Jaebeom just stared at him, as if they couldn't recognise their friend at all.

“She literally said what every girl wants and we still act like girls are a mystery. Just listen to them, for goodness’ sake.”

Namjoon nodded for a couple seconds, then started in the direction you went.

He entered the corridor to the restroom, and hesitated by the shared washing room that gave access both to the men's toilets and the women's ones. He walked through the women's door. Three other doors in front of him.

He really, wholeheartedly hoped there weren't other women around.

“Plum, are you okay?”

Silence followed.

“I know you're here, Plum. I just need to know you're alright. I don't know what I said or did to upset you, but—”

A door opened and for a second he thought he would die of mortification, then he registered your face.

Relief, at first.

Then something else.

Your cheeks were aflame, and your chest too seemed to be on fire.

Your lips were as red as he'd ever seen them, and it wasn't makeup because he hadn't noticed any bright colour on your face earlier.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded, still speechless.

“You don't seem okay. What is it? Did I—?”

“I am fine, Namjoon. Don't worry. I'm alright. Perfectly okay.”

“But you—”

“Wonderfully fantastic, Namjoon.” Your tone was clipped

You made your way to the door when he stepped in front of it. “Are you?”

You rolled your eyes. “I just told you so!”

He pinched a lock of your hair in between his thumb and forefinger, straightened it, then released it. “You were grumpy this morning.”

“Just stressed about climbing.”

“Nothing to do with me, so?”

You rolled your eyes. Why would he be so perceptive? “Absolutely not.”

“Am I frustrating you?” he asked, and stepped closer.

“Yes, immensely, with all your questions and— The guys will be suspicious. Do they know you—”

“That I came after you? Yes, they saw you dash and suggested I check in on you, which I wanted to do myself, but I wasn't sure it was a good idea, and their validation sort of helped. I know you're mad at me, I don't know why, though!”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “You don't know why?!”

You tried to sidestep him, but he was like a wall in front of you. “I don't.”

“I woke up! Alone! I was…!” You gesticulated as if to complete your accusation, but the words wouldn't come out.

“I see,” Namjoon replied, and he immediately noticed it was patronising, which made you seethe at him, pointing a finger against his chest.

“Do not use that tone with me, mister. You could at least have left a note.”

He looked at you like you were nothing but a tiny little mouse he was about to thwart with his big bearish paws. “I'm sorry, Plum. You're right, I should have left a note.”

It was true, he'd dashed earlier that morning, but it was only because a deer had been found not far from the main road, his hind legs severely damaged, and he'd been called to help the local wildlife ranger to pick the animal up for rescue. “It was an emergency and I dashed out and—”

“I woke up and you were gone.” Your eyes were wide, perfectly showing the disbelief you'd felt. “I woke up—” you said, and the pause that followed was like you were looking for words and only the wrong ones were coming up. “I woke up,” you repeated, “wanting you,” you added, cheeks aflame again, eyes aimed at him like guns, like saying ‘you know what I mean’, “And you weren't there,” you concluded.

He stared at you for one or two blinks. “Wanting me?” He asked, and you shoved him back with both your hands, even more fed up.

He, however, caught your wrists and brought them down to your sides, jutting his chin forward in a cocky expression. “You wanted me.”

Your cheeks were boiling and your eyes couldn't bear his face any longer, so you turned them down, to the floor. “Yes.”

“Plum,” he called, his hands trailing up your forearms, all the way to your shoulders.

You shivered, but he proceeded still, headed for the sides of your neck, then your cheeks.

“You want me still, sweets?” His thumbs forced your face up, but your eyes were glued to the floor. “Come on, Plum. Look at me, darling.”

Reluctantly, you did.

“Oh, sweets,” he spoke, ever so gently, so tender. “I was called on an emergency by the rangers of the local park. We were rescuing a deer.”

Your pout was still glued to your face, and you weren't sure why. You're used to commandeering around ten men at a time, but this one, this specific man is not a force you can reckon with.

“I wanted to stay, Plum. I truly did.” He kissed your temple when your initial frustration seemed to subside. “Let me make it up to you, sweets.”

He touched the curve of your neck with his forefinger. “Was it when I asked about your day this morning?” He asked, his finger roaming across your collarbones. “When I asked how you slept?” His finger aimed even lower, just a few millimetres beneath the neckline of your top. He lowered his mouth to your ear, and when he spoke “Or was the sight of me kneeling in front of you, like when you came all over my mouth?”

Your insides clenched like you hadn't just given them the sort of satisfaction they were looking for.

“How can I make it up to you?” He asked, as if he needed to be in your good graces. “Anything you want, sweets.” While one hand drew the line of your side, coming to rest on your waist, the other rested on your jaw, the pad of his thumb tracing your lower lip, and his brow knit as if he were in physical pain from the longing. And goodness, if he knew how to pine…

You let your lips disclose for him and he inhaled sharply as the warmth of your exhale slithered past his fingertip.

His right hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded.

“Do you want me to?”

You nodded again, and he smiled, so softly it killed you.

“Use your words, Plum.”

Your heartbeat skipped, your temper now entirely dissolved into warm honey. “Please, kiss me.”

He nodded, his smile so blindingly happy. And he lowered himself to you.

His lips were soft against your own, so delicate and tentative. No tongue, just tiny pecks.

He seemed ready to let go of you, but you had other thoughts in mind. He was already rising, and all you could do was grip the nape of his hair, and keep him still, kissing the line of his jaw now that his mouth was out of reach.

He pulled back, fighting you a little as you kept delivering open mouthed kisses to his throat, by now reaching his collarbone.

He tipped his head back to make eye contact with you and you stopped.

“You wannit?” He said, the words coming out like a dark purr, smooth and vaguely threatening.

You nodded, exasperated, then remembered his correction from before and whispered, “Will you fuck me, please?”

His grin was devilish and helpless at the same time. He shook his head and tried to angle himself away from you, running his hands through his hair.

He had only as much restraint as a well-disciplined, civilised, mannered man, no more no less.

Even a saint would break for you.

You thought he was about to head for the door and leave when he stood before it, locked it shut and turned back to you, with two great strides before slamming his mouth to yours and grabbing your ass, picking you up like you were nothing compared to what he usually lifts in the gym.

You found yourself with your back to the wall and him pressed up against your front, squeezing you in a way that could have been suffocating, except you loved the way he was so explicit in wanting you, and how easy you could read the restraint he was imposing on himself.

You ground against his navel and he lowered you just a little, so that your core was square against his pelvis.

“Woke up late,” you told him in between kisses and gasps. “I stretched over to your side—“

He tried to focus on your words but all he could do was stare at your mouth and register the bits he needed.

“I wanted you,” you said, and it came out like a cry.

“I know,” he said, soft, understanding, soothing.

“You weren’t there, and I was late, and I couldn’t—” You gasped as he dove for your throat, biting gently, making you arch into him, against him, your bodies flush against each other. “I was so mad. So frustrated.”

“Let it all out, sweets,” he said, reliable, steady, strong. “Lay it all on me.”

“I didn’t even have time to pull myself together ‘cause I was late,” you whine, and it came out so weak, so silly.

“I can fix that for you, if you want me to. Just say the words.” He didn’t even need anything done to himself, he just wanted to please you. So many years of well-spent solitude and self-control had taught him everything about patience, everything about himself. It was not his own pleasure he’d learnt to desire, but the pleasure he could give to someone else.

“Want you inside,” you mumbled, chasing his mouth, needing his lips sucking your own, tongues tangled together. Feeling him through his shorts, through your own shorts too was torture when he could be skin to skin against you, inside you, even.

“We’d need to stretch you first, it’s gonna take a bit, baby,” he reminded you, worried.

You bit your lip and looked away. “What if I’d already handled that?”

His eyes went wide, then he bit your chin fondly with a curious enthusiasm. “Just cause I looked at you while kneeling?”

You felt your cheeks flush with fire. “You were— It was like when, the other day you—”

“Hold tight,” he said, then freed an arm by using his forearm to hold you up from beneath both your thighs. With his spare hand, he shoved his shorts down before stopping. “Condom. Damn!”

You squeezed your eyes shut, then let your forehead fall to his shoulder. “Please…”

“Plum, I—”

You weren’t on birth control, and you couldn’t risk going bare. You possibly never could. Not with your period being the most irregular thing ever, and knowing that you could be ovulating any day now.

He helped you slide down his body. “You don’t happen to—”

“Left them in my bedside drawer.”

He let his forehead fall against the wall.

“I cannot go bare—” you offered weakly.

He kissed your temple. “I wouldn’t ask you that. Not even if we were both one hundred percent sure.”

You bit your lip again, thinking, a frown forming on your forehead. And then—

You took his hand in yours, dragged him to the washbasin, with its mirror right in front of you, and as you stood against the counter, his body pressed up behind you, you lowered your shorts, exposing your naked behind to him.

“Plum, I don't think this is a good idea,” he said, biting his tongue.

“You can just grind and I'll—” You brought your hand to your labia and traced a circle against your core that almost made you shiver.

“This could get messy,” he said.

You turned to look at him from over your shoulder and with a flirty smile you added, “I don’t remember it being a problem last time.”

He shook his head and grinned, wolfish and sexy.

You couldn’t quite align the sight of him now with the person he had been out in public about thirty minutes ago; and it got worse when he grabbed the left side of your face with his right hand and brought his mouth to your cheek, biting it gently, his lips giving it a slight suction, as if he were half between nibbling and kissing.

Your head was playing some hard rock soundtrack while it all happened, and it was feral, and you were almost disconnected from yourself but it was heavenly.

It was all heavenly until they knocked at the door.

You stared at each other in the mirror and he cursed under his breath.

“Keep going,” you whispered. “Let them eat cake.”

It took maybe a millisecond to win him over, and it got even rougher, his hand was at your neck, grabbing at the base of your jaw, and he gave a little jerk as your eyes rolled shut. He called for your attention and as soon as you mustered the strength to open your eyes, he brought his other hand to the hill of your pelvis, his hand dwarfing you as he cupped you. “Eyes on me, Plum.”

And you kept your pupils glued to his as he stuck two of his beautifully long, perfectly thick fingers inside you.

Your jaw went slack and he grinned, your hand reaching behind you to grab his ass, pushing him even closer up against you, clawing at his glute.

This time it was his jaw that was left hanging.

You were moving just right against each other, and the knocking stopped, and the last thing you knew was that he groaned, head thrown back before you felt it, hot and wet against you. His head snapped forward next, teeth sinking at the spot between your neck and shoulder as he tried to muffle a moan.

Similarly, you pressed the ball of your hand to your lips as your left one assisted his own between your legs, his fingers inside you while your digits worked on the outside.

He murmured sweet nothings in your ear as he focused on you, kissing, sucking, nibbling at the sensitive skin near your neck and jaw and collarbone. “Come on, Plum,” he whispered. “Come on my fingers, sweet thing. I promise I’ll be so good to you.” His mouth was everywhere on you, and his hand — the one not inside you — was so sweet on your face and your hair.

“I’ll give you anything tonight, I swear, Plum. Anything you want, you’ll have it. It’s all yours,” he said, back to his chivalrous, servicing self. “You’re so beautiful, so precious, so lovely.” His nose was deep in your hair, inhaling you, the osmanthus and elderflower of your shampoo. “I never thought I would find something like you. You’re unbelievable.”

And there was so much pining, so much longing in his dark and shimmering eyes, that when you looked at him again, you crumbled, your legs giving out, and you were lucky his arms had you locked in his embrace: his left one holding your torso and head upright while his hand cradled your face; his right arm instead ran across your waist and navel, his fingers still deep inside you, and it was only thanks to his forearm that you didn’t melt to the floor. His hips were pinning you to the hard edge of the counter, and you knew it would feel tender later, maybe bruise even, but in the haze of your ecstasy you almost found it sexy.

“There you go, Plum,” he cooed at you, his smile all gentle and apprehensive. “That’s my good girl.”

Your head fell back on his shoulder and he kissed you on your lips, a polite little peck that made your stomach flutter.

He was strong, he was dependable and steady, responsible, and it came so easy to you to give up control and just let him take over.

You’d always been neurotic — is that the right word? — about sex. About letting yourself be vulnerable and weak and passive, but with him you just let yourself float to his current, and that was probably one of the best choices you’d ever made.

Your eyes opened and when you finally put him on focus, he gave you this dreamy little smile, and just then you realised how rare it is to see his face like that, up close, but also so serene. So… happy?

“Hello?” you said and he shook his head slowly, as if amused.

“Hello,” he answered.

And you both giggled. “Are we in trouble?” You asked.

“Not sure. But I’m sure you’re nothing but trouble to me.” He gave you a squeeze as you were still in his arms and you were about to frown, not sure how to interpret his sentence. “Despicable, unresistable trouble.” His hand was still inside you and you clenched a little, ready to take more. He inhaled sharply. “Sweet, lovely trouble.” His thumb skimmed your hipbone fondly.

You breathed out slowly, trying to steady yourself. “I guess we should go before we get into any more trouble than this.”

He froze for a second, then nodded and let go of you. “Sure. I’ll just clean you up.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I’ll take care of that.”

“I don’t mind,” he said, but he was staring at the floor, and he was covering himself, and you could tell you’d made a mistake somewhere.

“You sure you don’t mind?” you ask, and he stopped and looked at your reflection.

You were dishevelled and half naked, but he stared at your face like that was the only thing that mattered.

“Of course I don’t?” He said, but it came out almost as a question. He grabbed a towel and soaked it under the tap. “I don’t know the etiquette about this kind of situation,” he murmured while rubbing the towel gently against your glutes. “I’d like to think this would be the polite thing to do. Fix the mess I make.”

Is it just a matter of politeness? you asked yourself, eyes averted. “Sure,” you said and smiled, like it’s no big deal.

Navi: Part 1 – Part 2 — Part 3 – Part 4 - Part 5

Taglist: @blushingatyou @ladykadyrova @sweetjellyfishland @starxclouds @ayanyamnyam (taglist is open!)

#small town swoons #natural connection #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon au #namjoon x yn #namjoon x plum #houseofddaeng #52hertz #bangtansorciere #btswritersclub

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iwritefandomimagines · 1 year

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OUR TURN — GRAHAM DUNNE

masterlist

→ pairing: graham dunne x reader

→ description: when camila brings little julia to the aurora album cover shoot and you’re reminded how great graham is with her, it sparks your broodiness to begin your own family.

→ warnings: none really. subtle sexual references & alcohol mentions

→ author’s note: was inspired to write this when i read this spencer reid fic by @talaok & then saw the above graham gif and realised this would work well (also on that note — please feel free to request criminal minds — esp spencer — fics as well as more djats. he’s still the loml and i’m back rewatching cm at the moment). go give the linked imagine a read, it’s so cute <3 and enjoy this!

“There she is!”

Camila sauntered towards you and Graham with a smile, little Julia resting on her hip as she moved windswept hair from her face.

Julia wriggled out of her mother’s grip, immediately darting towards her uncle, who stood beside you with arms open wide as she approached.

Graham scooped Julia up into his arms without hesitation, spinning her around as he sat her on his hip, “I missed you!”

You smiled as his eyes met yours and Julia sent you a toothy grin too, “Aunt Y/N has missed you too. Our favourite girl, hey?”

You nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead before her attention returned entirely to Graham again and you turned to talk to Camila.

“She’s getting so big now,” you observed, and Camila chuckled, “Tell me about it! She’s always asking to see you guys. If she had it her way, she’d be on tour with you guys. Worse, she’d live with you.”

“She’s always welcome to stay with us,” you grinned, “We love having her over when we’re not away.”

“There’ll be a slumber party at yours planned very soon then. Maybe we’ll both stay and we can get wine drunk while your husband keeps Jules occupied with play fights like that,” she gestured over to your husband with another stifled laugh.

You bit your lip, giggling as you both turned to watch Graham and Julia playing around.

He was always incredible with her — so attentive and gentle — and today you couldn’t help but be amazed by the extent of how well he took care of her.

You and Graham had been married for a year now, and had discussed kids many a time even before your nuptials.

But with everything going on with the rise of the band, you’d put this on the back burner for now in fear of bad timing.

But right in this moment you felt the broodiest you ever had as you watched your husband pull funny faces at his niece, faux fighting with sticks as she giggled away in his arms.

“Look at them,” you sing-songed, linking arms with your best friend as she carefully watched them too, “He’s amazing with kids, isn’t he?”

Camila’s eyes widened, but in more of a teasing manner than one of surprise, “Ooh, has someone got baby fever?”

She leaned in to your side excitedly, hiding her face briefly when Graham looked across at you both in confusion. You waved at him with a small smile, signalling for him to go back to his little game, and nudged Camila’s side.

“Maybe,” you blushed crimson, “Maybe, like, massively.”

Cami squealed, “Oh Y/N, you’re going to make such great parents!”

You shushed her, still burning red at the excited reaction, “Shh, I don’t want him to hear! I doubt he wants to have kids any time soon.”

Camila shook her head, “Are you kidding? He loves Jules, and he always talks about being excited for when you guys have kids. Besides, I’m surprised you haven’t accidentally gotten pregnant yet, knowing what you two are like!”

You scoffed, nudging her side again as you saw Graham place his niece back down on the sand and she ran back over to where you and her mother stood.

Graham slowly sauntered over too, still pulling faces at Julia who continued to watch him carefully as her mother scooped her back up to begin to take her over to her father.

You turned around and Graham came to stand behind you, arms slung around your waist and his chin resting atop your shoulder.

You tilted your head aside to kiss him softly, before the pair of you just watched the little family before you all continuing on as adorably as they always did.

“I can’t wait for our turn,” Graham pouted, his hand cascading across your stomach for a moment before he place both on your hips again and kissed your temple, “N-no rush or anything. But I can’t wait to start our family.”

Of course you’d discussed it many times, but never with any urgency on either of your parts.

Your heart swelled at his mention of starting to build your family, particularly given that you had just been discussing it yourself. Even though you’d discussed it so many times before… This felt real.

“Believe me, baby, I can’t wait either,” you laughed, “That’s what Cami was teasing me for. You’re so good with little Jules, I can’t wait ‘til it’s our little one I’m bringing to see their daddy kick ass on stage.”

Graham’s grip on you tightened, and you could practically feel the joy radiating from him at your reactions

He grinned, “Then what’re we waiting for, eh? We’re parked out of the way today… Nobody would see us.”

“You want to conceive our first baby in the back of our shitty car?” you scoffed, to which he shrugged.

“It doesn’t have to be in the back! Besides, it doesn’t matter where they’re conceived, they’re gonna be loved. And it’s not like we’ve never practiced in the back of it before.”

You turned around, pressing your hands to his chest with a laugh, “Cami said she’s surprised you haven’t already accidentally gotten me pregnant.”

He bit his lip to hold in laughter, scooping his hands around your waist and pulling you so close that your foreheads touched.

“Hey, I like to show my wife I love her, is that a crime?”

“Not at all,” you grinned, pecking his lips quickly, “But let’s wait til we get home today, yeah?”

His hands trailed up your sides to cup your face and kiss you again.

“As you wish, baby.”

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sorry this one was short but i didn’t want to drag it out unnecessarily, i wanted it a lil short and sweet !!! i hope you enjoyed <3

feel free to request more — currently accepting daisy jones and the six requests, bridgerton requests, scream (any character in any of the 6 films) requests and criminal minds ones !

in the meantime, here is my masterlist!

#graham dunne x you #graham dunne imagine #graham dunne #graham dunne x reader #djats #djats imagine #daisy jones imagines #daisy jones and the six

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slexenskee · 8 months

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can i ask for any details about the hotd/jjk fic?

you mean aside from this lil WIP snippet?

I think I'm gonna call it "Write myself out of the history books" a line from All Time Low to match the rest of my 'Dropping Gojo into fandoms he didn't ask to be in' works 😂

His name is Soren and let's just pretend its Valyrian when in actuality it's just one of my favorite Fire Emblem characters (I feel like Gojo would appreciate that though, prolly a Soren stan himself lol)

His dragon hatches in his crib and idk I headcanon that Rhaenyra would wait to let him name it himself because she probably did the same with Syrax? But then 2 yr-old Gojo is like 'her name is Blue Eyes White Dragon' and Rheanyra is like 'wtf no' and also, this is why you shouldn't let kids name their own damn dragons. Rhaenyra refuses to let him name his dragon after what she doesn't realize is a Yu-gi-oh card, and in they settle for Sylvion, which she thinks is just some obscure Valyrian word/reference his 'Uncle' Daemon taught him, but is in fact a Pokemon that bears striking resemblance to his dragon. It's one of Dreamfyre's eggs, mostly bright white, with blue accents and some slight pink in the membranes, hence, Sylvion. Which is also Gojo's favorite pokemon, so he's two for two with references in this life.

He knows damn well that Daemon is not his Uncle, and they (Rhaenyra, Daemon, Laenor) all know he knows even if they collectively don't acknowledge it. He's Daemon and Rhaenyra's 'accidental brothel baby' that she had to get shotgun wedding'd to Laenor for, which is why he's much older than canon-Jace.

The age gaps are: Satoru/Soren (0), Aegon (+2), Helaena (-1), Aemond (-2), Jace (-3), Luke (-4) idk if Joff or Daeron will be in this.

Aegon is in love with him literally at first sight. He's going to PINE FOREVER. Like so much angst when he realizes he doesn't just adore his nephew in a purely platonic sense - which his mother/grandfather already dislike - but is in fact homosexually and audaciously in love with him lol. He definitely tries to fuck himself out of his own gayness, which absolutely does not work, esp when he starts ending up gravitating to regular female whores to male whores who all bear a striking resemblance to his nephew.

Does Gojo know? Hmm yes but not really. It doesn't even cross his mind even though he is also very gay, and also knows incest is casually a normal thing in the Valyrian family. But to him, Aegon is his uncle, and also a man in a 'don't say gay' world, so he kind of intentionally doesn't look too deeply into it. He does notice Egg is very attached to him, but he's not sure how much of that is familial and platonic and just Egg's very handsy personality versus romantic. They played a lot together as kids, slept in the same bed etc back when they were young enough it didn't mean anything, and obviously Gojo never felt that way about what he thought was a 'cute sticky dumpling of a kid who thinks he hung the moon' so it'll be a longgg and difficult shift for him to see Egg in any other way.

Aemond worships him in a strictly platonic sense that totally feeds his god complex. Gojo is literally the warrior reborn to him. He's a one man army and everyone knows it and he's so out of any mortal's league instead of being jealous about it Aemond just straight up adores him like a god. Daemon and Laena don't get together in this fic (RIP Baela and Rhaena) so Laena is still alive and has Vhagar, so idk maybe Aemond has Vermithor.

On a related note, everyone worships him as a god (or a Valyrian devil, *ahem* Hightowers *ahem*) bc to them he may as well be one. He has all his OG powers, he's invincible and untouchable and literally unstoppable. He achieves infamy the world over during Stepstones Round 2 where he absolutely obliterates an entire army and a few islands besides. He straight up asks his 'grandfather' Corlys if he should just eradicate the whole island chain and permanently solve the problem. Of course, the story gets convoluted with the whole medieval 'he said she said' chain of communication so there are plenty of non-believers still. LOL jokes on them.

He adores Rhaenyra. Like he likes Laenor a lot, and is partial to his little brothers (yes Jace and Luke exist, idk if they're Laenor's or Daemon's yet tho. They would't be Harwins bc Rhaenyra took one look at Gojo and was like 'shit he's 100% Valyrian its gonna look weird as hell if his siblings dont look like him at all') and has a soft spot for his 'Uncle' Daemon, but the reason he even bothers to stick around and not just fuck off to Essos to raise his own empire is because of her. I headcanon Gojo to have zero relationship with his parents in JJK - which unfortunately is expected from 'the patriarch' aka his father, but deeply hurt him in regards to his mother, who also cared nothing for him. Yes total double standard, but that's patriarchy for you. Anyway Rhaenyra is the opposite - she cherishes him from day 1, and whether that's because she truly loved him at first sight or just loved the idea of a child of hers and Daemon's who knows. But she doted on him and took care of him in a way anomalous for mother's in Westeros, and Gojo always took note of that. He'd burn the world for her - or in this instance, cower it into submission so she can have her throne in peace.

He doesn't mind playing the 'radiant prince' for her, being the faultless and impossibly perfect heir to the throne, because he knows it strengthens her claim immeasurably when his achievements so obviously outshine her direct competitor (Egg, who in fact does not give a shite about the throne and just wants to run away on his dragon with Soren). He even quietly submits himself to the idea of taking a wife because he knows that's also expected of him, although he plans on copying Laenor and having some threesome magic going on. Will that have to come to pass though? Hmm idk yet

THERE WILL BE ZOMBIES. No Night King, but I absolutely believe that Gojo accidentally would become the Prince who was Promised. His birth once again upsets the balance of yet another world, and shifts events into motion that would have laid dormant otherwise. Does he bring magic back into world with his birth? That would be interesting. Idk yet tho.

I also believe in the Maester conspiracy, so that might be in this fic too

#HOTD fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo satoru

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𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐩𝐭 𝟐 | 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬!𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: you absolutely can't stand your boss. after one bad run in with him, you decide that he's office enemy number one. so when your mother breaks the news that your ex boyfriend is bringing his new fiancé to your sister's wedding as his plus one, you lie and tell her you'll be bringing your very own boyfriend along with you to greece. the problem? you don't actually have a boyfriend. so when austin butler, your arch nemesis of a boss, offers to be your fake boyfriend, you have to take him up on it. greece is a beautiful place to fall in love, no?

pairings: boss!austin butler x employee!reader

word count: 5,588

warnings/notes: SMUT! in future chapters, this is a slowburn, alcohol consumption, austin has had a crush on you for a year, enemies to lovers, one bed troupe, and of course fake dating.

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Light filtered in through the sheer curtains, the fresh morning air gently blowing in to flutter the thin fabric through the window you had left open late last night. Birds chirped loudly from their perches in nearby trees, and if you listened hard enough you could hear the sea lapping against the rocks below your parents home. You knew that you had somehow made it to the guest bedroom last night with Austin in tow, but you were having trouble piecing together the smaller details of the previous night. You knew that at some point that you and Austin had kissed in front of your parents, which hadn’t been anywhere near as mortifying as you thought it would have been. Not only that, but your ex had cornered you in the hopes of upsetting you somehow.

Or perhaps Alex had been hoping to tap into your old feelings for him by playing the “nice, concerned old flame” card. You swallowed your stale spit and regretted it almost immediately, still being able to taste the remnants of last night’s tequila shots. Ever so slowly things started to click into place for you. The second that you remembered the late night conversation with Austin from the night before, you no longer felt even slightly tired.

Did you regret it?

You tried to blink the sleep from your eyes, trying desperately to come to some sort of a finalized conclusion with this whole mess. He was your boss. This went against every moral code that you had set up for yourself. If you had a list of messy life circumstances you never wanted to involve yourself with, dating a coworker would have been at the very top. Bolded, italicized, and underlined. At the same time, didn’t you deserve this? Austin had certainly gone out of his way to show you that he truly cared. He had been patient with your family, had gone above and beyond to sell the supposedly “serious” status of your relationship, and even took care of you last night when you got a little drunk.

Not to mention the fact that he had scared off your hideous ex, standing next to you like a great big shadow the entire night so that the guy wouldn’t try to get you alone again. You hadn’t truly been cared for like this in. . . well. . . maybe ever. Sure, Alex had done the things that all shitty boyfriends were known for. He’d bring you flowers, but only when he knew that he had fucked up. He would sit down and let you cry to him, but only when he made you shed those tears. He owned up to his faults- only when he knew that there was no way out of the lies that he tried to weave.

Austin had listened to you when he didn’t have to. He had asked questions about your feelings when he wasn’t obligated to. He had been careful and sweet around your entire family, but only because he was naturally like that. You weren’t the type of person that had your “dream man” all written out on paper, but if you did happen to do that, you were positive that Austin would check every box. Everyone deserves happiness, so why didn’t you?

You had a bad habit of self sabotaging things for yourself, especially when it came to any sort of romantic entanglements after the big break up. After the first date, you would always look for a reason why there shouldn’t be a second one. A sweet, gentle greek god had been served to you by the universe on a silver platter, and what kind of an idiot would that make you if you didn’t take it? With that thought in mind you slowly turned over to your opposite side, nuzzling your cheek against the newly washed pillowcase. Your parents' fabric softener smelled familiar. Smelled like home. It helped you to relax and soothed your anxiety.

The sight before you was wholly unfamiliar though. Austin looked incredibly peaceful when he slept, his glasses haphazardly tossed onto the bedside table behind him. His wavy blond hair caught the light from the window perfectly, even his eyelashes were golden. He had fallen asleep on his side, facing your back, and your heart fluttered as you wondered if part of him had wanted to embrace you last night. His hand was placed on top of the pillow that he had put between your two bodies, as if he was reaching out, wanting to be as close as possible. You took your time looking over the soft planes of his face, and then down the sharp line of his exposed jawline. You made a map with your eyes, taking a note of each place you desired to take your time traveling. He looked like a child when he slept, his lips slightly parted, his perfectly sculpted cupid's bow on full display.

You could very easily fall in love with this man.

The thought terrified you. It made you want to run and hide. Shrink away and deny any further kindness. You were famous for running when things got tough though. Things didn’t disappear if you ignore them, especially uncharted feelings. Slowly his eyelashes began to flutter, his head lifting up and off of the pillow. His eyes squeezed tight, trying to shield himself from the bright rays of sun. His hair looked like a halo, the curls now wild and untamed thanks to the cotton bed linens he had slept on.

“Morning.” He grumbled, plopping himself right back down onto the pillow, rolling over so that he was on his back. He stretched, letting out a deep sigh before raising his hands to his eyes. He rubbed them roughly, and for a second you worried that he might poke his own eyes out. You chuckled lowly, nuzzling your face even further into your own pillow.

“Good morning.” Slowly he removed his hands, turning to face you. For a second the two of you just stared into each other's eyes, and perhaps he was looking for even a shred of regret about what was said.

He was considerate. Austin must have known how drunk you were last night, and maybe he was worried that you hadn’t meant anything you had said. All he found was your smiling face and flushed cheeks. He was gorgeous. How had you not noticed how handsome he was before now? Had you been so blinded by hatred that you couldn’t even stop to admire him? Sure, you understood that he was attractive, but not like this. His eyes were so blue that it nearly hurt you to meet his gaze. You wet your lips, your muscles tensing as his eyes followed the movement of your tongue. He rolled his own lips as he watched, though snapped himself out of it after a few moments.

“Are you hung over?” He asked, his lips twitching up into a grin. You hadn’t really taken the time to listen to what your body was trying to tell you. You’d been far too preoccupied with giving yourself an early morning pep talk.

“Not too bad, no. Just a little sluggish, is all.” You were sure that once you finally stood up though, you’d feel like death. Thanks to Austin forcing water down your throat the entire night, you felt better than you would have expected. You were sure that your sister was a different story though.

She was most likely in her hotel bathroom, upchucking what little food she had eaten last night.

“What about you?” You returned the sentiment, your eyes flickering down to look at his hands. He was using his thumb to twist the ring on his pointer finger back and forth. A nervous habit, you realized.

“I didn’t drink enough to leave me hung over the next morning, thankfully. I didn’t have a drop to drink after that whole Alex incident. Wanted to be on top of everything, just in case.” You felt like your heart might explode. You bit your lip, remembering his words from last night.

“You put your hands on her, I put my hands on you.”

God, now you felt like you were about to overheat. No one had ever protected you like that before. The two of you laid in silence after that, just looking at one another. Really looking. It almost felt like you weren’t just seeing him, but understanding him. Looking through him. His honest eyes told you everything that you needed to know. Your legs no longer felt unsteady, and the terrain under your feet finally leveled out. Safe. You truly felt safe with him. Not once had he judged you or your reasonings for even bringing him here. He knew, he understood and he cared. When people stared at you like this, you often found yourself scared that they might be able to point out certain flaws. You tended to shy away from lingering gazes and searching hands, stepping back until you were just out of reach. You let Austin see it all. You gave it up willingly.

“Do you. . . Do you regret anything about last night?” He finally asked. You let your eyes flicker down to watch his lips as he spoke. You watched him shape the words, wanting more than anything to lean in and taste them.

“No,” You met his eyes as you spoke. “I meant it.”

Ever so slowly he pulled the pillow out from between you, moving it so that it was behind him on the large bed. With the barrier between the two of you now gone, Austin reached his hand up, delicately placing his fingers against your shoulder, letting them slide down your arm. You couldn’t help but shiver at his gentle exploration.

“Well then, let’s just take the day for ourselves, yeah? Tomorrow is the wedding, but for now let’s just. . . be us.” No acting. No pretending to be something that you weren’t. You nodded, slowly moving to sit up. He didn’t remove his hand from your arm, rather he sat up too. After a year of knowing one another, it felt like you two were finally part of the same orbit. When one moved, the other did too.

“I should probably take a quick shower. I’m sure I look terrible.” The arm that he wasn’t touching moved upwards, your fingers combing out your frizzy hair the best that you could. He was quick to shake his head.

“You look beautiful in the morning. I was just thinking about how nice it was to wake up next to you.” He immediately noticed how much weight those words carried, and was quick to physically bite his tongue, dropping his hand quickly. “God, that sounded hor-”

“Beautiful,” He raised an eyebrow, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “That sounded beautiful. Thank you.”

You could have stayed in that bed all day and night, talking about nothing in particular, or better yet- nothing at all. Staring at him had already been the highlight of this trip. You climbed out of bed, moving over towards your luggage so that you could pick out an outfit for the day.

“The beach.” Austin threw his legs over the side of the bed, watching you as you gathered your travel size toiletries. “Why don’t we go to the beach today?”

Your parents had dragged you to the beach during your last visit, but you had been too busy moping around to enjoy the fresh air and sprawling blue ocean. “Good thing I packed a swimsuit.” You plucked it out of your bag as well, turning your head just in time to see his face light up with an excited grin.

You were quick to shower. You shaved your legs as quickly as you could manage without cutting yourself, and scrubbed hard at your skin, wanting nothing more than to wash away the previous night. Today was a fresh start. With Austin. You stared at yourself in the mirror after you had put on your bathing suit, silently thanking the gods that you had managed to pick out your cute one in your rush to get packed. Was this beach trip a first date? It had to be. You didn’t want to think too far into things, but were beginning to get a bit nervous about it all. What if you said the wrong thing and blew it all, making the rest of the trip awkward?

You also didn’t want to run the risk of coming on too strong. Guys often shied away from females that came off as being too clingy. You stood in front of the mirror for a few more minutes, combing out your hair and making sure your dress was comfortable enough to wear in the heat. You walked out into the living room after taking far too long getting ready. Your eyes found Austin’s tall form right away, his broad back and long legs on full display. He was wearing a pair of dark green swim trunks and an airy cotton shirt. When he turned around you saw that it had laces on the front, which he had left untied. Why did he have to look delicious in everything he wore? He must have noticed the weight of your gaze, because he flashed you a knowing look, his lips turning up into a small smile. You’d been caught checking him out.

“Austin told me that the two of you are going to the beach,” Your father spoke up from his spot in front of the stove, holding up his french press in a silent offer.

“Yes please.” You told him, moving further into the kitchen so that you could grab the mug of freshly poured coffee.

“Yeah, we decided we didn’t want to spend the day indoors. This is his first time in Greece, and I wanted to show him around a bit.” Your mother was sitting in the living room, her legs kicked up on the couch. She was sipping on her own coffee, reading a book that you couldn’t quite read the name of from where you stood.

“I think that’s a great idea, Y/n.” She spoke up. Your father had made Ladenia- a simple bread made with tomatoes. It was one of your favorite things to eat as a child, and he liked making it because it was both easy and delicious. You cut yourself a slice, motioning towards it as Austin eyed you. He nodded his head, moving to stand closer. Now that you had finally admitted to yourself that you were attracted to him, it was hard to fight off the nervous butterflies. Even being near him, something that should be simple, made you feel like you were going to die.

You felt a little embarrassed over how giddy you felt. It was almost as though you were in high school all over again. Austin Butler had regressed you back into a squealing sixteen year old girl. You were pleased to see that you weren’t the only one that was affected though. When you looked down at Austin’s arm all the hair was standing on end. Jesus- has anyone ever liked you this much? If they had, they certainly had never shown it.

“You two better hurry up and eat so that you can get there before it gets too warm. Austin looks like he burns easily.” The man in question swallowed the food that was in his mouth before protesting.

“I tan beautifully, Mr L/n.” He teased. Your father chuckled, shuffling out of the kitchen so that he could sit on the couch next to his wife. It was strange how well the blonde blended in with your family, almost as though he had been a part of it for all of his life. He seemed comfortable around your parents, and now that he had finally gotten his work-crush off of his chest, he seemed to be a lot more comfortable around you too. He bumped into you with his shoulder, nodding towards the door.

“You wanna go ahead and walk down there?” You were eager to be alone with him, so you were quick to dust the crumbs off of your hand, moving over toward the fridge so that you could grab a water bottle.

“We’re leaving! See you guys later.”

For a second the two of you walked in silence, Austin soaking up the sun and the beautiful view. The fresh air felt amazing, especially with the smog that you were used to back in New York.

“Your parents were definitely on to something. I could retire here.” He finally spoke as the two of you stepped out onto the sand. You were quick to slip your sandals off, kicking them into a small pile next to the cold bottle of water. You watched as grains of sand stuck to the condensation, realizing that it would probably get in your mouth later.

“I could too. It’s beautiful here, and all of the people are super welcoming. Once you get out of Athens, it’s not so much of a tourist trap anymore.” The locals had taken your parents in with open arms, befriending them and teaching them all about their culture. Your father had taken a real shine to it, and it made you happy to see him so passionate about something. A part of you had been relieved when they told you that they were moving. You didn’t want them to be trapped in the same small town for the rest of their life. Thankfully they had broadened their horizons.

“If we were here for longer, I’m sure that my father would have given us the grand tour.” You told him, grabbing the bottom of your dress and lifting it over your head. Austin stared at you for a second, and you quickly realized that he had never really seen you out of anything that wasn’t business casual up until yesterday. Now you were standing in front of him half naked. He wasn’t shy about checking you out. He looked you up and down and after what felt like an eternity, he lifted his heated gaze off of your breasts and instead looked at your face.

“Then we should come back again soon.”

You weren’t sure what that meant. Was he implying that you two would come back again in order to keep your parents thinking that you were a couple, or was it something that he wanted to do as. . . as an actual item? You didn’t say anything in fear of coming off like an idiot, because what if you were getting too far ahead of yourself?

“Yeah. . . That would be nice. Dad really likes you.” Austin slipped off his own shoes, sliding them over next to yours before shrugging off his shirt. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull.

Is this something that should be legal? Guys. . . Guys like this shouldn’t exist in the wild, right? You stared at him for a second, eyes wide and lips parted. You heard him chuckle, and were quick to look away, instead turning your gaze out to the blue ocean.

“We’re both physically attracted to each other. Good to know.” You weren’t sure why, but you wanted to hit him. He sounded too smug, all while you were practically melting from embarrassment. You never had been good at masking your expressions, and you had just openly gawked at him.

Austin didn’t give you any extra time to overthink things. Instead he reached out, grabbing your hand tightly in his, and began to yank you towards the water.

“Slow down, daddy long legs! You’re dragging me!” You tried to keep up with his long strides, practically running at his side, your feet sinking deep into the sand. He laughed loudly, his nose wrinkling as he looked down at you.

His nose scrunches up when he laughs.

If he didn’t pick you up and wade straight into the water, your heart might have burst. You screamed as you were quickly dunked in, right up to your neck. You reached out for him so that you could grab his shoulders, pushing him down under you. You blinked away the salt water from your eyes, laughing loudly as he resurfaced, his wild waves now flat against his head. He spit some water out, raising up his hands so that he could wipe at his face.

“Unfair.” He was quick to say, reaching out for you with his long arms. You were quick to dodge him, grinning ear to ear. The two of you swam in the water until your fingers and toes began to prune. Austin gathered up shells from the ocean floor, showing you each exciting discovery. Things felt simple; felt good with him.

When he grabbed onto you, his hands didn’t wander. He didn’t say anything crude, like most other men had done during previous dates. It felt like you were with a friend. . . a friend that was openly attracted to you, and wanted to date you exclusively. It was hard to believe that you had ever been able to hate him. The side of himself that he was currently showing you wasn’t the same person that you recognized in the office.

You felt special, and that was a rare thing. It made you feel hopeful. After ingesting far too much salt water, the two of you laid out on the sand, soaking up the early afternoon sun. Your conversations throughout the entire day had been light hearted, some flirtatious remarks tossed in every now and again, but none of the subject matter felt too heavy. It was obvious that he was being cautious, not wanting to scare you away. When he started chewing on his lip, a nervous habit that you had picked up on, you knew that there was something on his mind.

“Speak.” You ordered him light heartedly, shooting him a grin. He turned to look at you, giving you a sheepish smile before moving his body fully to face you.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I just want to get to know you a little better.” He offered, digging his fingers into the sand.

You swallowed thickly, nervous of what kind of questions he might have, but nodded anyway.

“What. . . What happened between you and Alex? I got the impression that it didn’t end on a good note.” The people in your tight knit circle all knew the story, and had for years. It had been a long time since you unearthed the memories that you had buried down deep, but you weren’t opposed to doing it.

Because you owed Austin some sort of an explanation. If you two were going to give dating an actual shot, you needed to be honest with him. You couldn’t cover things up with humor like you were used to doing. With a small sigh you tilted your neck back, closing your eyes against the sun.

“We dated all throughout high school and into college. It was getting to the point where marriage was on the table, and I was expecting that he felt the same way that I did. He broke things off out of the blue. We were good- I mean. . . I thought we were, anyway. We went on a date earlier that day and when we got home we were. . .” You trailed off, turning to look at him.

He winced, balling his hands into fists. “Intimate.” You finished, watching him shake his head. He didn’t seem upset at you, rather upset for you.

“God, that sucks.” He muttered, grabbing the bottle of water to busy his hands. He twisted off the top, taking a few sips before passing it over to you. You thankfully took it from his hands.

“He was dating a new girl a week later, so it’s safe to say that he was-”

“Talking to her already.” He finished for you.

He picked up a shell, using his fingers to break off small pieces. Without looking at you he spoke again.

“So my earlier observations were right. He is an asshole.” Despite the serious nature of the conversation, you laughed, remembering the comment he made back in your cubicle at the office.

“Yeah. Yeah, he is. What’s worse is that my sister was dating his brother, so I couldn’t escape him. I’d always hear about him or see him at family gatherings. That’s why I moved to New York. I wanted a fresh start.” He looked at you thoughtfully, shooting you a small smile.

“Well I guess I should thank him then.” You couldn’t take your eyes off of him when he looked at you like that. His blue eyes looked so soft when they landed on you.

“You’re right. And you wouldn’t have that beautiful pothos plant either.” He wrinkled his nose, barking out a laugh.

“Is that what the thing is called? I just water it twice every week and hope for the best.” You gave his arm a playful slap, and he was quick to grab your hand while it was still in the air between you two, giving it a small squeeze.

“He’s a dick that didn’t realize what he had before it was gone.”

You weren’t broken. You weren’t healing. You had survived and conquered.

His words, no matter how simple, helped you to realize that. The look in his eyes said the rest. ‘You’re perfect the way you are.’

With a small smile you leaned down, resting your head against his thigh as you soaked up the comfortable heat from the sun. You felt his muscles tense, but after a second he relaxed, placing a hand on your shoulder. He kept it there, a comfortable silence befalling the two of you. The soft crashing of the waves and birds overhead lulled you, and the weight of his hand made you feel safe. You were being vulnerable in front of a man, and that in itself was the biggest leap of faith you’d taken in years. It wasn’t scary either. Not like you thought it would be.

“Don’t you want to take in the view? We leave the morning after tomorrow, and you might miss it.” He spoke softly to you, his sandy fingers moving up to gently twirl a strand of your hair around his finger. You hummed softly, shaking your head.

“I want you to enjoy it for the both of us.” There was something so disarming about that statement, and you weren’t sure why. It hung in the air between you two for a few seconds.

“I moved to New York after my mom passed- I was telling your father that last night.” He didn’t want you to be the only one to speak about their past. You kept your eyes closed, nodding against his thigh to let him know that you were listening.

“She was the only person that I had ever really loved. She was my best friend, and I miss her every day. I’m kinda like you, I guess.” You licked your lips before speaking.

“Everything reminded you of her?” He cleared his throat softly.

“Yeah. It did. After a while the sympathy casseroles all start to taste the same. I can’t stand being pitied. For a few months there, my dad was calling every day to check in on me.” Slowly you lifted your hand, placing it against his knee. You rubbed your thumb against the skin, listening as his breath hitched. Slowly you started to sit up, looking out at the water. You could tell that the two of you had probably been out for far too long, and you were beginning to get hungry. Austin must have felt the same way, because he reached out for his shirt, shaking the sand off.

“I’m sure my dad is making something for lunch. Do you want to head up?” For a second you were worried that the conversation might have dampened his mood, but when you looked up at him you didn’t see a trace of sadness.

“I’m starving.”

After gathering up your things the two of you began to head back up to the house. When Austin reached for your hand you didn’t stop him. You didn’t even think about it.

“Thank you for opening up to me. I know that was a big step for you.” And it was. The fact that he could see how much you detested vulnerability made your chest warm and your heart race. He paid attention to you, even when you didn’t think that he was.

“You closed your eyes and let me see for the both of us. I’ve never been so touched by an act of trust.” Us. You had referred to the two of you as a unit earlier without even really meaning to.

After lunch there was a knock on the door. An obnoxious knock, which told you everything that you needed to know.

“Housekeeping.” Brandon’s sing-song voice filled the house as he stepped through the front door without being invited in. Your sister was close on his tail, smiling when she caught sight of you. Slowly that smile dimmed, then turned into a frown.

“Why aren’t you two dressed?” You and Austin turned to look at each other, your mouths filled with food.

“Huh?” You choked out, fighting to swallow back the leftover orzo your father had laid out for the two of you. Brandon walked over, giving Austin a pat on the back.

“I mean. . . I like the swim trunks, but we’re headed up to Athens for the night.” Austin’s eyebrows furrowed, and he was quick to look down at you. If answers were what he was searching for, you had none to give.

“Are you two so loved up that you forgot about the bachelor and bachelorette parties?” Oh fuck! You stumbled to stand up and off of the chair, fumbling to reach out for your sister’s hands, mumbling your apologies.

“You smell like feta cheese.” She teased, pushing you away from her before pointing at Austin. “What are you just sitting there for? Go! Go get dressed.” He did as he was told, closing the bedroom door behind himself.

“So. . . did you two make sweet, sweet love when you got back to the house last night?” She wiggled her eyebrows at you, grinning deviously. You were quick to give her arm a slap, ignoring her small yelp.

“Lower your voice! Are you crazy? I’m not having sex at mom and dad’s house.” You whisper yelled, looking over her shoulder in the direction of their room, your cheeks a bright red.

Not to mention you and Austin weren’t really. . . there yet. Or were you? You weren’t sure. Relationships were confusing, and you were out of the loop.

“You’re acting like you and he-who-shall-not-be-named didn’t have sex all the time when you were still living at home. It was part of the reason why I lived in the dorms when I started college.” You rolled your eyes, moving back over towards your food. She was quick to move the plate out of your reach, batting your hands away.

“We’re going for dinner! Don’t ruin your appetite!” You groaned loudly, giving your hair a quick tug before relenting. Tomorrow was her wedding. You could cuss her out after she was married. Austin emerged from the room, adjusting the watch on his wrist. He was wearing dark wash jeans, black chelsea boots that had to be vintage, and a white button up. If your sister and her annoying fiance weren’t in the room, you were damn near positive that you would have started drooling.

“I’m a lucky girl.” You spoke up, shooting him a smile. His eyebrows raised at your comment, his face brightening as he grinned back. He breezed over to you, leaning down to place a quick peck on your lips. It lasted for only a second, just like the last one, but it had your knees weak nonetheless.

“We’ll be gentlemen the whole night, ladies. We’ll be back home in no time.” Brandon smiled down at you and your sister innocently, and you were quick to scoff.

“No strippers and blow then?” He smiled wider, picking up on your blatant joke.

“I mean. . . maybe?” Austin was quick to look at Brandon, his eyes narrowed with concern.

“Given my position at the company, I do get drug tested once every two months. Besides that fact, I don’t find recreational drug use even remotely pleasurable. Maybe it would be better if I just went with her-”

“Yeah, yeah goodie two shoes. Get your ass in the car.” Brandon began pulling Austin along by the shoulder, the man turning to look at you with wide eyes.

“Just go with it!” You called out to him, unable to bottle up your laughter as his jaw dropped.

“Wait!” Your sister stopped Brandon. “No ‘I love you’s’?” She whined, motioning towards the both of you.

“I love you.” Brandon cooed at her, and you couldn’t help but smile as you saw the look on your sister’s face. You’d never seen her so happy in your life.

“I love you too.” Austin called out to you from the doorway.

You knew he was just playing along for your sake. You knew that he couldn’t possibly love you already.

But your heart skipped a beat regardless, your hands shaking slightly as you gripped at the hem of your sundress.

“I love you too.”

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happyk44 · 2 months

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Stayed up until 3:30 envisioning my daughter of Zeus OC from childhood that I crafted into an original original character having a nervous breakdown because the sky is loveless and law is loveless and order is loveless and at some point the love she has in her heart won't be enough

"the ocean is a possessive bastard that never wants you to leave, and the earth loves you so much it provides so you can live, and the dead are coated in love from grief, and homes are where love first sprouted, the warmth of the fire, and what is the core of family and marriage if not the love between people, but the sky?

the sky doesn't love you. you jump and it doesn't catch you, it will watch you plummet to the ground. the higher up you go, the harder it is to breathe. the sky does not want you, it does not love you. and the law does not love you. it doesn't care about you, who you are, how you are, the why's behind the rule you broke. it will structure itself how it sees fit, based on its own feelings of what is and isn't correct, and it will throw you away for the slightest infraction. it will kill you for not acting the way it demands.

and I am the daughter of the sky, I am the daughter of law. at some point love won't be enough to stop me from executing every person who so much as breathes wrong. my love is superficial. it is not authentic, it is not genuine, it is a thin, thin blanket covering my cold empty heart and I will not get to the point where it is ripped away! I will not be my mother, and I will not be my father! I REFUSE!

so please just let me die"

Naturally I tried to figure out how to sculpt this into a Jason monologue because who gives a shit about OCs, esp ones they've never heard of, lol, but it was 3:30 and I needed to sleep, and I was like meh it's not possibly for jaybird anyway, he's got that wolf in him

But Jason has also been continuously abandoned by every family he's ever had - his mom, the wolves, camp jupiter when they didn't go looking for him, leo and piper, probably more and so on, and I HC to be suicidal and actively self-harm himself

and you know what, I think it would be neat if everyone was like "Jason, you don't have time for friends, you need to learn to be a leader, you need to focus on training, blah blah blah" and he's desperate to see if he can have both and somehow someway he summons dead siblings to ask advice from or maybe he prays for advice and receives a dream from my stressed out baby girl who's basically like "I had so much love in my heart, it was slowly killing me every single day because my rules were small and stupid but they mattered so fucking much and people broke them all the tim and the intense need I felt to hurt them as punishment for their wrongdoings made me want to kill myself and the only reason I couldn't is because my friends kept catching me. don't befriend a child of Pluto or Mors, they're annoyingly adept and weirdly stubborn about you dying when they don't want you to"

ofc Jason is desperate. He wants people, he wants community. But she just shakes her head. "you're the oldest child of Jupiter here. You're the only child of Jupiter here. You have no choice. I was the youngest of my siblings. If I were in line to be praetor, if I were in line to be charge of my cohort, I would've tried so much harder to die because love and leadership are incompatible for us. Maybe it works out for other people, but not for us.

Abandon your affections, Jason. Crave friendship but never seek it out. It will hurt you less when it comes time to discipline those who break the rules. You are a tornado waiting to happen, you are a lightning storm. Your discipline will not be gentle and it will not be light. Do you want to be feared by those you love?"

and he shakes his head, wishing he was a softer person, one who shocked rather than electrocuted, one who didn't bear their teeth, and played with the breeze instead of manifesting gale.

"then love no one. because the fear will come no matter what, but love? that's what you have to work for. and it has no place with us"

#jason grace #happy talks pjo #okay im going back to sleep. woke up to feed cats take meds and write this out. bye

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transmutationisms · 1 year

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someone on twitter made a succession incest supercut and i was wondering if you had any thoughts on how articulations of incest shape the roys esp wrt roman. the op of that also remarked on how succession plays into the incestuous dimensions of aristocratic nobility which i thought was interesting.

yeah i wrote a bit about roman and incest specifically here. tl;dr: he has a negative oedipus complex, ie subconscious desire for the father, which is part of the show's overall suggestion that the structure of the family (because it is embedded within the structure of capitalism) inherently creates this type of desire and therefore also enables certain forms of abuse and violence. ie, roman's attraction to father figures, resulting from his unconscious desire for his own father, is not an aberration from the 'typical' functioning of the family, but a heightened expression of the parent-child relationship as it normatively exists. logan's possessiveness over roman's sexual desires and disgust at his body and effeminacy; roman's attraction to women his father finds attractive; the way logan tacitly relies on roman's flirtatiousness when sending him as an emissary to various powerful businessmen; roman's desire for gerri to repeat the sorts of insults his father uses against him in their sexual encounters, and roman eventually firing her when she can't look him in the eye and tell him he's as good as logan was: in all of these we can see how the patriarchal father is a role inherently defined by possession of the wife and children, stymieing the child's sense of identity and ability to differentiate himself from the parent.

in the case of logan and roman, of course, these dynamics are elevated, because this is tv and the writers are using their relationship to draw out the elements of violence and coercion that the father role inherently rests on; also, because logan uses his outrageous wealth and social power as tools against his children, as the other half of the critique here is in pointing out that the capitalist family is an economic arrangement first. logan's children have always existed to be employees, and on a broader level, reproduction is what capitalism uses the family for: it's the site at which a supply of new and able workers is to be ensured. so, the incestuous desires roman has for logan, and the way logan controls him and treats him as a combination of son-daughter-wife, is meant to tease out the way in which these elements are inherently always present in the family. there's no break here between the roys and 'normal' families; there's only a difference of intensity and degree of overtness.

similar analyses can and should be made for the other roy children. shiv and kendall have a patricidal drive that roman does not, and they both desire affection from caroline; roman, on the other hand, identifies with the wife role more, and thus has a degree of conviviality with caroline that shiv and kendall have never had access to. but there are incestuous elements to their relationships with logan as well, partly because in the show's discursive field, killing is always equivalent to fucking is always equivalent to succeeding, and partly through the degree of control and coercion that logan also uses with them. parental possessiveness (eg, the control logan exerts over kendall in s2, or his demands for shiv to perform affection for him publicly) frequently appears continuous with, or as a parallel to, abusive treatment of a spouse; think also of kendall taking on the role of managing logan's pills, or saying he doesn't know what he would be [good] for if not for logan. connor has been discarded much like his mother (presumably for sharing her non-noble bloodline and potentially, in logan's mind, her psychiatric diagnoses).

thus, in all of the relationships between logan and his children, we see how 1) parent-child is inherently a violent and coercive dynamic, and 2) specifically, the nature of the family as a contained sphere of capitalist production means that the child's psychosexual development occurs through the relationships to the parents, which inherently invites some degree of incestuous desire and abuse, and, given certain circumstances, can result in adult children who never move past these stages of development and retain their juvenile incestuous desires and fixations.

the way that the roys talk to one another frequently involves incestuous sub/text and sexually violent threats or metaphors. this accomplishes a few things. first, because their family is part of waystar, the violence that waystar perpetrates (the cruises scandal, the wolf pack, capitalism's broader ab/use of labourers' bodies) trickles down into the family's mode of communication as well. second, although they're not speaking literally when they talk like this, often they are expressing something emotionally true (ie, roman seeing 'getting fucked by dad' as a good thing tells us that roman sees himself as the bottom of the sexual and social hierarchy, that this position makes him vulnerable, and that he does still desire it, which again is because of his attraction to dominant father figures and hypermasculinity). third, again, it's part of how they convey that 'normal' capitalism is violent, 'normal' families are part of capitalist production and therefore also violent, and 'normal' family dynamics are pseudoincestuous (which, obviously, can and does elevate into literal physical incest).

and yes, there is also the incestuous dimension of aristocratic 'breeding' practices, which comes to the fore when matsson jokes that the roys are like the habsburgs, but also like "one of those incestuous family cookouts". in that line, he's playing off the fact that although the roys resemble a medieval or early modern royal dynasty in some ways, they're very much new money, and are insecure about this fact; he's suggesting that they're more like a 'backwater' rural incestuous family than the habsburgs, and that the habsburgs themselves were a bit gross and pathetic for their incestuous bloodline. this fits in with matsson's fixation on biological strength and fitness (his team is specifically young, stacked with olympic hopefuls and fulbright scholars; he flashes his abs to demonstrate his normatively 'correct' body in a business deal; even sending his blood and hair to ebba is specifically an intimidation tactic that doubles as a demonstration of his own strength and uses his body to subordinate his ex-girlfriend; he later calls greg "backwash in the shallow end of the gene pool"; all of this eugenic discourse is of course also contextualised by his racism / white nationalism, as shown in the line about "arabs in france").

but, outside of the context of matsson, i think the critique of the family is a more interesting use of incestuous subtext on succession, honestly. this is where the show actually does have something interesting to say in its typically snarky and satirical way. the family is not just continuous with capitalist production, but is a microcosm of it and a site on which capitalism articulates, and the inherently incestuous elements of the family are thus metonymic of larger structures of violence in capitalism. there is nothing perverse or abnormal about the roys; their abuse of one another, and their incestuous internal dynamics, are the expected outcome of normal capitalist functioning, specifically through the family unit.

#blood sacrifice

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airenyah · 5 months

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15 people, 15 questions

I was tagged by @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas <333

Are you named after anyone?

no. there's a video game character with my name and occasionally people will bring this character up and ask if i was named after her but no, i wasn't. my parents don't play videogames

2. When was the last time you cried?

i honestly don't remember, i don't actually cry all that much. (so if you see me say things like "i'm crying" in the tags then i'm actually only crying in my heart, i'm not shedding any actually tears dfkfkjdf)

last time i cried was either bc i was really angry or really extremely overwhelmed with life during a period where i hadn't slept much or was on my period or so. orrr what is actually even more likely is that the last time i cried was when i cried from laughter while being with friends. i cry from laughter a lot, actually

3. Do you have kids?

nope. i think i could be a good mother if i had to, but ngl, motherhood and parenting doesn't sound very appealing to me. i am planning on becoming an aunt tho. i'll let my brother provide the grandkids and i'll just borrow them occasionally, spoil them, and then i can always give them back when they get too exhausting or annoying 😂

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

i play baseball for fun once a year with old summer camp friends. other than that i'm not very athletic. in elementary school i used to go to schwimmkurse (swimming courses) which was super fun and it's one of the few sports that i'd consider taking up again if i were to do any. i've always liked swimming (but only in places where i can see the ground and where the water isn't too cold. i feel really uneasy when i can't see the ground and i also freeze easily so i'm not a fan of cold water)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

sarcasm? me? neeeeever, not at all 🤭

(^^^this answer is sarcastic, the genuine answer is yes. yes, i do. <- for those struggling to understand sarcasm, esp in written form <3)

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

uhhhhh good question, i don't actually know???? maybe their face, idk

7. What's your eye colour?

blue-gray ish. and i have a yellow/green circle around each pupil. i actually really like my eyes, they're my fave part of my appearance 🥰

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings for sure!! i could never get into scary movies, idk

9. Any talents?

languages, i guess. at least i'm known as the language genius in my family and my friend groups. but to be honest, there's still a lot about language that i don't know and i don't feel like i'm all that great (esp when my language learning progress feels slower than the one of others. which is totally fine by me bc everyone should go at their own pace, but i just don't like it when people call me a language genius bc i feel like in reality i'm not really living up to that. i just happen to know a little bit more about language than those around me, but compared with actual experts? yeah no, i in no way compare...)

but yeah out of all the skills that i have, languages is one my best ones. and i'm also really good at organizing (aka keeping a million lists and making sure all the props are at the right spots and with the right actors and there's enough spares of everything etc lol)

10. Where were you born?

austria 🇦🇹🇦🇹🇦🇹

(NOT the place with kangaroos just so we're clear dkjgkdjf)

11. What are your hobbies?

(internally) crying over fictional characters, then blorbo-posting about it. sometimes i'll also subject irl-people to my blorbo rants (mainly my mother and some of my friends)

i also take violin lessons and thai classes for fun

12. Do you have any pets?

technically no, but really yes. my mom and my brother share a dog and my parents also have two kitties. i go home a lot bc i don't really like staying in my own flat in the city where i study so they do feel like my own pets as well, esp the kitties <333

^this is nika (the dog) and coco (boy cat). they're besties <3

^this is minou (girl cat). she's the youngest and the smallest of them all, so we nicknamed her "die kleine" (the small one (f))

13. How tall are you?

155 cm

14. What was your favourite subject in school?

german, it was the easiest for me

fun fact: the only subject in school that i ever got a frühwarnung in was english lmao. ("frühwarnung" = early warning and it's what you get when you're about to get an f in your report card for a subject. i got an f in english in my report card for semester break, so i had the whole summer semester to get my grade up to a d)

15. What is your dream job?

director!!!! in theater or film, idk, but i just really wanna be a director. and maybe take some minor acting roles on the side, idk. for now i still feel too shy to do any professional acting, despite having gotten acting training for 3 years djkkdjfg

i'm really looking forward to next summer, bc i get to be assistant director at this one theater that i've worked at as an intern for the past two summers. the assistant directors that i've worked with so far at this theater have both sucked and both times i ended up more or less taking on the job myself anyway (to the point where they even paid me for my work despite my position usually being an unpaid one) and so this summer i was like "uhhh guys so what if for next summer's production i just work as an assitant director right away instead of an intern?" and they were like "omg you're hired" 😂

tagging following 15 people:

feel free to ignore if you don't want to do it or tag me in/send me yours if you've already done it, i'd like to read it <3

@newyearknwwme @moonkhao @visualtaehyun @lurkingteapot @callipigio @waitmyturtles @sunnenfinster @cornflowershade @celestial-sapphicss @killiru @gaym3bo1 @nongnaos @dimplesandfierceeyes @gillianthecat @ranchthoughts

bonus: @telomeke i know you've already been tagged, so this is just to ask you to tag me when you've thought of all your answers, i wanna read yours too 👀

#tag game

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bnuuybee-writes · 7 months

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hi!! we have a fictive of muichiro in our system, and we were just wondering if you'd be able or willing to write an agere drabble with cg mitsuri and little mui? if not that's totally fine!! you can add in any of the hashira too, if you'd like <3 - 🌸💫

Little Daydreamer (regressor muichiro tokito hcs)

author's note: omg hi !!! i would love to! unfortunately, I don't exactly have the spoons for a whole drabble, but I can do some cg hashira & agere muichiro, with a focus on cg mitsuri! i love doing agere content, esp since i'm a regressor myself! some of the habits, i'm going to be drawing from my own experience, but i do feel like they'd fit muichiro too!!!

nicknames: gogo - gyomei; mitsi - mitsuri; nemi - sanemi; yuyu - giyuu; banban - obanai; shibu - shinobu; tenten - tengen; goku - rengoku

cws: vent regression; trauma; flashbacks; tooth-rotting fluff; some of em are trauma cgs if you squint; mentions of their pasts

Little Muichiro is normally an easy child. One might say he's an angel or even a little spacey boy.

But, the times where Muichiro play regresses are rare and far between.

Normally, it's something that upsets the Mist Hashira to the point where he needs that sense of protection.

Whether it be a particularly rough mission, a reminder of his past, or even someone slamming their hand down on a table (coughsanemicough) Muichiro will shrink back.

The signs are subtle, and sometimes he'd go a whole day without being noticed that he slipped... Unless he's around Mitsuri.

Mitsuri Kanroji

He's always trusted the Love Hashira with his regressed self. She just had this maternal factor to her that made him feel safe.

So when Mitsuri notices Muichiro's brow slightly furrowed or him biting softly on his lip, she springs into action.

"Hi there little one. Do you wanna come with Mama Mitsu? Wanna talk about it?" She would ask, kneeling down to Muichiro's height and holding out her hand.

Muichiro, being a nonverbal little, would obviously not want to talk about it, just give vague details. When he does speak, it's in a hushed voice in Mitsuri's ear.

"Scawy... Dun' like... Wan' baba..."

Mitsuri immediately understands and takes Muichiro by the hand, taking him to a secluded, calming area and giving him a child's cup and a small wood pacifier with the nib made out of natural rubber.

When the other Hashira took notice, they didn't know what to do, though Mitsuri advised them to just treat him like a child.

So, they did... With varying degrees of success.

(other hashira cgs under the cut !!!)

Gyomei Himejima

Poor guy didn't know what to do when Muichiro started crying after he fell over and scraped his knee

He's blind, not like he could see the wound. So, obviously, he calls Shinobu over.

While she tends to the wound, Gyomei then thinks of something to help Muichiro stop wailing.

He then remembers a song his mother sang to him whenever the Rock Hashira was crying as a child. So, he gently takes Muichiro into his arms and sings.

The soft rumble of his chest and soothing breath lulls Muichiro into a nap, the little one curling into the burly man's chest.

When I tell you this man started sobbing.

And when Muichiro gives Gyomei the nickname gogo, he melts and happily accepts the title.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi immediately grows protective of Muichiro

He's the oldest of five kids, he doesn't want to see someone he considers another little brother to get hurt

So when the Wind Hashira sees the child upset, he immediately springs into action, wiping the little one's tears away with a gentle hand.

"Ey, ey, none'a that, li'l one. C'mon, what's wrong? Wha'cha need, kiddo?"

He hates seeing Muichiro cry. Not because he doesn't like when kids cry or display emotion...

It reminds him of the times where his father got to his siblings before he can.

"Nemi... Wan up... Wan nemi..." The two year old would mumble, making grabby hands for the white-haired male.

So, of course, Sanemi would oblige. And he will carry Muichiro until he wants to be let down or Sanemi has to do something.

Also, whenever Sanemi is about to cuss, he stops and replaces it with a censored word. Or tell Muichiro to "use earmuffs", aka cover his ears.

"I've only had little Muichiro for about two minutes. But if anything were to happen to him, I will take out everyone in this room and then myself."

Protective big brother

Giyuu Tomioka

Is this how Tsutako felt...?

As he shushes the crying child, patting his back and rocking him while sitting on the floor, Giyuu's mind trails back to his late sister.

She's always been something of a mother to him, since theirs was absent and Giyuu never knew her due to her dying during his birth.

He remembers how Tsutako calmed him when he was near-inconsolable like how Muichiro is now.

Whenever Giyuu woke up from nightmares, his sister will hold his head to her chest, against her heart, and sing...

So Giyuu does that. His voice is soft as he presses Muichiro's head against his heart, the soft beating and swaying rhythm calming the wailing toddler.

"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you... Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to... If I can change the way that you see yourself... You wouldn't wonder why, dear, they don't deserve you..."

The crying would subside into small sniffles and coughs from ragged breathing. Giyuu would sigh with relief, thankful that trick still works.

He then gets Muichiro some dango to cheer up, eating it with the small Hashira in his lap.

Obanai Iguro

He's afraid he's going to hurt the kid.

Muichiro is volatile as it is, and he doesn't want to upset the child further.

Mitsuri said that if he's just patient, he'll be okay.

But he feels it wearing a bit thin when Muichiro starts fussing and he doesn't know what to do. and Mitsuri's out on a mission.

So, Obanai just sits there, paralyzed and not knowing what to do as Muichiro fusses.

And then... He just scoops the kiddo up and holds him.

"Hey, uh... I dunno what's goin' on with you... But I'ma try 'nd be here, 'kay? Y'at least deserve that much..."

He remembers those nights in that damn clan... Well, it was more of a cult than a clan. In that wood cage, isolated and prone to the elements.

He remembers wishing for someone to hold him. To give him that warmth in the frigid loneliness.

So, he wants to be that for the volatile Muichiro. He wants to be that warmth.

He wants to be the person he never got as a kid... So, he stays by Muichiro when the other Hashira are busy and can't take up babysitting at the moment.

After all... Being called "banban!!" isn't too bad...

Shinobu Kocho

Besides Mitsuri, Muichiro also trusts Shinobu with his regression.

Mitsuri was the first one to inform Shinobu of Muichiro's littlespace when he was sick once and vent regressed.

Shinobu, being good with kids, immediately knew what to do.

While in the Butterfly Mansion recovering, Muichiro would be practically doted on by Shinobu, Kanao and Aoi.

The attention was a bit much when the three crowded him, causing him to fuss. So, for a couple days, it was just Shinobu tending to him.

When she tried giving him medicine and he refused, she then approached it differently.

"Sweetie, I know the medicine is icky, but you have to take it if you want to play with Mitsi again... Tell you what - You can take it in a cup and drink water after... Or I can mix it with some tea so it's not as icky."

Muichiro contemplates the question before uttering "tea...", sniffling from a runny nose.

Afterwards, Shinobu tells him how brave he is for taking a big step through bigger emotions. He hugs her, clinging to her robes and calls her "Shibu..."

The name makes her melt almost instantly.

After he feels better, he plays with Kanao and Aoi in the courtyard, laughing and jovial again while Mitsuri comes to pick him up.

Tengen Uzui

Tengen is considered the fun uncle.

That being said, he isn't as laid back as Rengoku is.

He gives the kid structure, something he never had growing up in a shinobi clan.

And if Muichiro accidentally messes with something, it's gently explained to him.

"Hey there, li'l guy. If you do that, then you'll get super hurt, 'nd we don't want that, huh?"

Muichiro would nod and feel guilty before Tengen hugs him and explains no, kid, 'm not mad, just worried about you.

The wives adore Muichiro.

Hinatsuru helps him calm down and practices deep breathing with him when his emotions get really high.

Makio play-chases him around the house, making Muichiro laugh.

And whenever Muichiro cries, he cries with Suma. The two let out their emotions together, hugging each other and being the support for the other.

Life at Tenten's house is fun for Muichiro, and he knows no matter what that he's safe and loved there.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Ohhhhhh my goodness.

If this man isn't the embodiment of chaos now, then put him on babysitting duty for Muichiro.

There's a reason there has to be two adults present when Rengoku has Muichiro under his care.

Rengoku is the type of caregiver who will do things the actual caregiver tells them not to with a sly "don't tell cg" and a laugh.

When he starts trying to get onto Muichiro about something he shouldn't be doing, he immediately stops and wants in on it, too.

"Up, bupbupbup, what'd we say 'bout candy before dinner?... Actually... 'Ey lemme have some'a that, looks good-"

When he carries Muichiro, he carries him over his shoulder like a sack of rice, so when someone calls for him he just-

"Hey, Rengoku-san!"

*spins around rlly fast, making Muichiro give those baby belly giggles* "Yeah?"

This doesn't mean he isn't serious during the tougher times. He will become fiercely protective over an injured/crying Muichiro.

"Whoever decided to put their hands on my sunshine, please come outside so I can peacefully break your legs :)"

'Goku is a very playful and protective bubba, 'nd no one can tell me otherwise.

#°bun squeaks°#demon slayer #kny #knyagere #demon slayer agere #fandom agere #mitsuri kanroji #gyomei himejima #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #obanai iguro #shinobu kocho #tengen uzui #kyojuro rengoku #muichiro tokito #this was adorable to write omg-

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strqyr · 1 year

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Not part of the question, but I’m willing to bet you jumped out of your seat when you saw Raven in the finale, didn’t you?

Real question: now that Neo got somewhat of a good ending, do you see something similar happening with Cinder? My thing is, even if Cinder doesn’t get full on redemption, I think she at least deserves something similar to that happened with Neo. She wasn’t necessarily redeemed, but not killed off either. And this is after Neo mentally and physically tortured Ruby to the point where she wanted to off herself, not to mention sending Jabberwalkers to hunt them down and not caring who or what got caught in the crossfire. Point is Neo did a lot of terrible things both before and during V9, yet she was given a pretty satisfying ending. It stands to reason that Cinder could potentially get this treatment.

lmao contrary to that, i have never been more still in my life. got my maximum focus on, wasn't going to miss even a second over my own tomfoolery. i could have blinked and she might have disappeared, can't have that 😂

and yeah, i do. it's not the first time i've talked about this, but i've always held the possibility that cinder will just disappear / fake her death / something similar in the end, and live her life out somewhere where she might not be as recognizable. of course the details depend a lot on how they come about dealing with the gods and what not, which could change a lot, but in general i don't see any reason why cinder couldn't get a similar ending as neo did.

i also don't think it's a coincidence that we have emerald who wants to be loved (and she gets accepted by the heroes, esp oscar), neo wants to have what team rwby has (and she's allowed to go and find herself and heal within the tree), mercury had a father who hated him (and now he's stuck with tyrian, which obv won't last and idk but i feel like qrow might play a role here), and then cinder who keeps—perhaps subconsciously—forming the same kind of family dynamic as she had in the glass unicorn (a mother-figure and two siblings) so if they're intentionally forming a pattern here, then it makes sense that cinder and mercury get to have more positive experiences with what they deep inside crave for, they're just... a bit more stubborn about it, which obviously means it's going to take longer when they first need to admit that that's something they really want instead of power or just following a path set to them by someone else, thinking that where they are currently is right where they belong.

#rwby #rwby9 #rwby spoilers #cinder fall #fadedneonzzz #ask.strqyr

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liliaeth · 2 years

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People have talked a lot about First Kill, and how great it is as lesbian representation. And I love that for any wlw enjoying it as the young adult show it is. It's not great art, it's cheesy, and it's awesome just for that.

But the one thing I haven't seen mentioned even nearly as much, is how good it is for racial representation.

I never watched Vampire Diaries, so can't compare it to that or any of it's off shoots. (except that apparently Bonnie was done dirty, according to my tumblr feed)

I did watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Supernatural, Teen Wolf, and plenty of other fantasy shows. And it's led me to notice how rarely shows like these treat characters of color, and especially black girls and women, as characters in their own right. Characters with feelings and emotions that are just as important as those of the white characters. (esp. those of white men)

Just think about the characters of color in Teen Wolf, to give a most recent example.

Yes, Scott was the main character. But if the show had one flaw, it was that it consistently treated Scott's feelings as less important than those of his white friends. Stiles, Derek, Jackson, Isaac, ... could all whine and complain about the most minor thing, and it would be treated as this big important moment.

But Scott was expected to go through enormous trauma, without complaint, and was supposed to come out of it, primarily caring for his white friends, and how the things he went through, affected the white people around him.

When Boyd died, TW made his death more about him comforting Derek that he did the right thing in biting him, than about the horror of a teenage boy dying.

Davies actively claimed that Mason was 'too good to have permanent consequences from his possession by the Beast'

We got pretty much no interactions between Scott and Hayden after Scott bit her, despite him becoming her alpha, no moment to explore how both of them felt about it. In contrast to all such scenes we got from Liam.

Peter was never called out on what he did to Scott, not even by Scott's mother, and even after Scott literally died, Melissa was more ready to speech on him on what he owed others, than to console him on what had been done to him, and what he just went through.

And that's not even starting on how they treated Kira, let out the actress playing her.

And that's just a few examples.

So when I watched First Kill, I was happily surprised to find how much better this show handled it's non white characters.

From the first episode on.

How they cut the ep in half, showing the same events from two perspectives, first Juliette's and then Calliope's. Giving equal depth and importance to introducing both of them and the different families they came from. What their parents expected of them, and what their hopes and dreams were, and why...

And that was just the first episode.

As the series continued, we learn just as much about both families, different things, sure, but the series shows us what is important to each and why.

Cal isn't expected to be the strong black girl, who is just there to look after Juliette's needs. Cal's own feelings matter just as much.

We see them both fall in love, and why. Sure there's some lust involved at first, but soon that turns to more.

Even Ben, who in any other show would just be 'the black friend', instead is fully fleshed out, and gets to call out his white best friend when he feels she's done him wrong, and when the white boy he has a crush on mistreats him, he says so and breaks it off.

Often with characters like that, (esp. in fanfic), if a char like that were replaced with a teddy bear, you wouldn't notice the difference

But here, Ben is a full fledged individual, with needs, backstory, a plotline that hopefully will be built on more next season)

Cal's brothers get to have their own personality, the studious gentle but driven and dilligent studious older brother, Theo, and the hot hardheaded and somewhat arrogant jock, Apollo.

Both who get storylines of their own. And whose feelings matter.

In this show it isn't just the Fairmonts who get to be three dimensional characters, the Burns family and their friends are equally explored, and it's sad to see just how refreshing that is. (like seriously, there are far too few shows that are like this, Black Lightning is one of the only other ones I can think of)

#first kill #calliope burns #juliette fairmont #calliope x juliette #teen wolf fandom problems #theo burns #apollo burns #talia burns #teen wolf #scott mccall defense squad

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tojikai · 9 months

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OH GOD KAI… (sorry in advance for the thesis that is this message)

I know that Satoru always plays it safe with condoms/plan B but birth control isn’t 100% 😭 she could still be pregnant 😭

I’m going to find comfort in the fact that Satoru probably would’ve had a more emotional reaction on the spot if Naomi was pregnant. (I’m coping so hard right now) I’m hoping that Satoru finally cuts his mother out for good and let’s his father know how fucking disgusting she is.

I can’t imagine what Satoru was thinking. The woman that raised him using him as a security blanket for her own selfishness and then the woman he thought he could have a companion in proving that she’ll do whatever it takes to tie him to her even if it’s not what he wants. aside from himself… who does he really have as a support system? he has his therapist yeah, but that’s not the same as having your person. my heart definitely goes out to him.

What the fuck was Naomi calling his mom for??? “Hey I tried to r*pe your son and it didn’t work and he’s really angry what do we do now?” YOU made the decision to follow through with it knowing damn well he doesn’t love you, you own it. don’t try to blame literally everyone else for your cruel actions because no one forced her to do anything. she made the decision to take the decision away from satoru and for that, she’s scum 🤷🏽‍♀️

i sincerely hope Satoru does put Naomi behind bars… and his mom, or at least gets a restraining order on the two of them. they’re horrible people worth less than the ground they walk on and i hope satoru’s dad lets him rain hell on them two.

now toji… i’m happy they’re both open about not being each others first choices but that’s Yui’s dad. he has every right to be uncomfortable with the fact that Satoru has openly confessed his love for y/n but i hate that he invalidated her feelings of being uncomfortable and told her to get over it when it came to a pet name she didn’t wanna be called. y/n even said it’s not the fact that he talks about his late wife in general, it’s about HOW he makes her feel when he does mention her. there’s a big difference because he only does it in a way that compares the two. and then weaponizing her pain to drive home his point??? that’s definitely not cool.

it’s safe to say the honeymoon period is over and now they’re going to be dealing with the baggage of their past relationships. satoru is always going to be a presence in their lives and so will megumi’s mother (through toji’s words) whether they like it or not. i kind of hate that satoru is willing to give up time with his daughter to make sure toji doesn’t get upset (don’t punish yui 😭) communication is going to be key and they’re going to need to see if they want to work through it because love isn’t enough sometimes.

i wonder what y/n would do if satoru told her what naomi and his mother tried to do… i think she probably should know since it involves yui’s grandmother and who knows what that crazy bitch will do (to yui) to keep satoru. personally, i think that y/n should beat the shit out of her, for EVERYTHING that woman has done. to y/n, to satoru, to yui, to satoru’s dad? i know for a fact she wouldn’t let him deal with everything alone if she found out and part of me hopes they can rely on each other for this.

i’m still hoping for a gojo endgame with a reunited family myself, but i mostly just want everyone to be at peace regardless of what happens 😭 i think satoru has shown actual progress and willingness to ensure y/n and yui’s happiness at the cost of his own and i’d love to see them reunite and get through this stronger than ever 🥹

you killed it again kai! i have so many emotions and thoughts and i can’t wait to see what happens next. thank you for sharing your work and i hope you have a fantastic week! much love 🥰

OMGGGG i enjoyed reading this a lot !! esp. the part where you pointed out how yn's problem was not just toji mentioning his late wife. but rather, how it makes her feel. it wasn't a surprise to her that he'd talk about her at times since she knows about his past, what made yn sad was how it seems like he was trying to tell her to do what she does. that's why she said she felt like a 'placeholder.' :'(( and yeah, the betrayal satoru felt when he found out how his mom spoke w naomi abt it is just too much, and the fact that he has to bear it by himself too :((( as for him giving up their time together w Yui so as to not upset toji, does not only show selflessness but also his hopelessness. he's thinking abt long term, like the school events thing mentioned, which implies that he really thinks that he's got no chance w yn anymore yet he's still trying to make it all up to her 🥹 i feel like satoru's been through too much during these past few chapters😭 anyways, thank you much for sharing your thoughts and for your support <33 it took a bit for me to respond to asks, but i hope you're doing well~ take care !!

#🍭—kaitalks #f: sundered

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skwigelfskwisgaar · 8 months

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((I sent similar asks to other blogs and I don’t wanna make the rest of y’all feel excluded esp since it looks like half y’alls muses are losing their shit so… got any mental health HCs for your muse??))

I think this was kinda a mental health and background in general, I hope it helps!

More under the cut:

Perfectionist

● Skwisgaar is first and foremost a perfectionist in all he does. His need to be the best has him constantly playing scales, arpeggios, simple drills - and it's often more a tick of his to use his guitar the way Toki uses Deaddy Bear or Pickles uses drugs. It calms him to have his instrument with him in case he needs to play it to ignore his mom or whatever else annoys him. Very, very rarely does he leave it behind. He has a simple skincare routine, hair care routine, and makes sure he looks presentable as much as possible. Everything about him needs to be perfect, from appearance to performance. His need to perform at 100% at all times has given rise to other problems, primarily stress induced headaches, burnout, and a need to berate Toki and William when they fail to meet his standards.

Anxiety

● Skwisgaar being in the limelight and the need to perform in all areas of his life to the upmost perfect capability had led him to develop anxiety. Will he fail at staying the best? Will the fans turn on him? Will Toki become better than him? Does anyone else care enough to craft music? Will his mom call him again and berate him for ignoring her? It drives him nuts that no one else is striving for his level of perfection and sometimes he lashes out for the smallest inconveniences, having been stewing in thoughts for much longer leading up to it. Oddly enough Skwisgaar tends to know when he's worked up into an anxiety attack and tends to shut himself off when it gets to that point.

Dysfunctional Relationships

● It goes without saying Skwisgaar had a pretty absent mother and has a warped sense of what family, friendships, and relationships are. I think Serveta truly loved him, but since she herself was at the peak of her own life and career, she often used him as an excuse as to why she constantly had to try harder and harder to find willing men, housing, work, ect. Due to this, Skwisgaar has a very rocky maybe even stressful relationship with Serveta Skwigelf, and the very thought of seeing her sends him into a frenzy. Seeing how she and him moved around quite a bit for her work before she settled down into the cabin she lives now, Skwisgaar's only real lasting bond has been a dysfunctional one at best and has a hard time knowing how dynamics between people, friends, and even partners really work.

Hypersexual

● Due to exposure to Serveta's very 'active' lifestyle, Skwisgaar has a very active lifestyle too. For many, sex is a way to bond with someone that they truly care about whereas for Skwisgaar, it's just another activity in which he must perform to his fullest, with any interested parties. Primarily concerning to some is his adoration of the older women, which could be seen as him seeking approval from a mother-like figure since his own mother often blamed him for her failures. He jumps from person to person, even band to band, before becoming a member of Dethklok and finally establishing roots and forming some shaky friendships with the other members. His inability to understand how relationships work on a basic level has warped how he views potential partners.

History of Addictions

● Whereas Toki took over as lead guitarist and even seemed to thrive in the role when our neurotic blonde left for Sweden, Skwisgaar became a wreck when Toki vanished and started using drugs like the rest of the band to cope. Skwisgaar had vices, and when he indulged, he went hard into those addictions. Thankfully he finally feels like there's a support system in case he spirals out of control, but with the band spiraling out of control in general during that time and the fans finally turning on them asking about Toki, I believe he pulled himself out of it with help and managed to kick some of his vices to the curb for good. It's not the first time he's been told his vice is affecting his performance or that he is spiraling, and he knows deep down it probably won't be the last.

Abandonment Issues

● Skwisgaar's biggest defining trait when it comes to his mental health is his unwillingness to admit he is afraid of being abandoned. By the fans, by the band, by his friends and bandmates. Skwisgaar's childhood had a lot of men coming in and out of his life, all of whom wooed Serveta in hopes of becoming her one and only - and all of them leaving her once she moved on and to young Skwisgaar, also abandoning him. One could say this issue with potential father figures hit a peak with Serveta actually marrying Tỳr, and Skwisgaar trying to find that domestic bliss he craved as a child at the cost of leaving DethKlok. This fear of being abandoned has made it so he doesn't allow himself to become too attached to others, after years and years of disappointment from men claiming to be his new step-father. By the time Toki joins DethKlok, Skwisgaar has built these defenses to keep him from becoming disappointed if this too didn't pan out.

In conclusion, post AotD Skwisgaar sees Twinkletits infrequently purely because he sees it has helped Nathan and definitely helped Toki. Skwisgaar doesn't like admitting he might need help, and definitely isn't about to admit he has other issues unless it's to return the favor to Serveta and blame her for his visits to the rock talk specialist.

#skwisgaar skwigelf #skwisgaar rp blog #rp blog #skwigelf answers #asks #metalocalypse #headcanons #tw: drugs #tw: mental health #dethklok

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Amira, Witch-Queen of Kolchis

headcanon time!! ok so this has the chance to get loooong so imma spare us aLL and bulletpoint this one, but everyone and esp @forgottenedmund as both admin and the other person currently playing a calainon, lmk what you think bc this might just be ~too insane and idk what you have planned etc alskdjflkjsdfjkdf

KOLCHIS & INTRO

house calainon does not exist or, it perhaps once did, but if it ever truly did, the ages have turned its true history to legend and myth

nonetheless, amira and her brothers make claim to that descent through one tenuous proof: witchcraft

while, given her husband's acute hatred of all seers, this might seem a great shock, this is also the truth, and it is (part of) why amira so tenaciously clings to the memory of her grandmother's gift

so real talk, im using kolchis as the place-holder name for the place amira's from (yes i ~did lift that from greek myth and just partially changed the spelling and no i will ~not apologize ;D), but im picturing an ancient athens meets mythological colchis meets constantinople/the byzantine empire w/ just a dash of ptolemaic alexandria sdlkafjskljdfjkdsf gotta grab all my greek-rooted mega cultures ig laksdjfkjlsdf (and yeah im sure the soldiers there def dip into sparta shhhh) so yeahhhh when you picture amira growing up, its that

CALAINON

in ages past, it is written, there once lived a young and ambitious warlord, called calainon, who is said to have conquered the known world (think alexander the great meets achilles meets hercules meets oedipus meets pelops meets atreus etc etc)

many legends speak of this ambitious fellow, holding often that he was the son of a god and a mortal woman, that he was possessed of superhuman strength and skill and daring, and that no mere mortal could stand before him

while there is no certainty, in truth, that this person ever did exist, it is said that he was the founder of the great city of kolchis, which he made the center of his great empire and that he built the still unfinished, storm-struck tower which was, for many eons, the highest building in all the world and called the stair of calainon (as according to legend he had built it as an attempt to reach the heavens and tear the gods from their holy temples in the skies)

there are two versions of the tales of calainon -- one in which he is cast as a tragic hero, and another in which he apears as a twisted villain

known to history both as calainon the deathless (for it is said that he groans still, buried deep in the bowels of the earth, half unable to die as his father was a god and half unable to live as his mother was a mortal) or, more popularly, cursed calainon the balsphemer

it will probs not surprise you to learn that calainon has always been a great hero of roderick's and thus that, tying his own burgeoning legend to the great calainon's, was a very appealing prospect to roderick

many hero-kings, horrific monsters, celebrated seers, cruel despots, and tragic martyrs of myth and legend are said to have descended from the house of calainon, and it is said that the line of calainon will endure until the end of all time for, cursed though they may be, half-gods they once were also

yet, if any of them ever did exist, it is ages past since any of them were known, save one source: local legend of kolchis speaks of the high priestesses of kolchis...

CALAINON THE VILLAIN

often held up as an example of hubris, calainon dared so much that the gods, themselves, stepped in

a great war took place and, it is oft said in kolchis that calainon committed the heresy of not merely daring to lock away the gods -- a heroic act -- but of attempting to steal their power

all of this he attempted w the erstwhile help of the guardian of kolchis known as the kolchian dragon

some myths hold that the great poisonous drake aided him only in sealing away the gods, and he forced the guardian's hand in attempting to steal the power of the gods

but others hold the guardian wished to aid him in both quests

tales disagree as well on how much calainon achieved: did he manage to seize for himself the power of the gods, or did he fail?

all sources agree on one thing however: there was a titanic battle fought amongst the clouds. the earth shook, lightning broke the fortress below, tidal waves sweeping the broken battlements away, and whole islands were drowned in the uproarious fury of the gods

but ultimately, though sealed away, the gods prevailed and cast down the heretic calainon in his hubris, imprisoning him forever beneath the earth

in his defeat, they cursed him, blinded him, and buried him alive, hurled from the heavens into the abyss of the earth (think: fall of lucifer sort of imagery)

in some variants, the gods also cursed his bloodline forever after, but this is another point upon which there are several variants

CALAINON THE HERO & THE HIGH PRIESTESS OF KOLCHIS

one of the many myths of calainon relates to an unending fire and a dragon, and it is in this version of the story (which happens to be roderick's favorite), that calainon appears not as a villain, but as a hero

in this legend, calainon's war with the gods is a fight for freedom, suppressing the deities with the help of kolchis' legendary guardian, known most often as the kolchian dragon

in the tragedy of the great calainon, he fights the gods only to be cast down in their vengeance, but not before sealing them away forever

in this version it is said that his warrior's spirit shall someday be reborn in a new form to lead the world once again (i invite you to guess how roderick might think he could potentially tie into this myth ;DDD)

according to a local legend in the great city of kolchis, before launching his campaign against the gods, calainon as god-king of kolchis appointed his eldest daughter, arsinoe, as high-priestess

she was a great seeress, famed for her wisdom and power, whose responsibility it was to tend the sacred eternal flame at the shrine of the kolchian dragon

hers was a fiery offering to keep the dragon-guardian strong against the fearsome gods, where her female descendants (for in kolchis it is held that a true seer must be a woman) shall forever after continue her great work, tending the eternal flame to assure that it may never go out or the kolchian dragon, the great guardian, will fade to nothing and die and, it is said, upon that day the gods will be unleashed and bring apocalypse upon the mortals who dared give them chains

this flame was a great bonfire at the center of the shrine, so vast that in ancient days, it was said that it could be seen in every part of the old city, a beacon that never went out

according to this legend, it is the divine blood of calainon which gives a seer her powers and, thus, it is believed -- according to this obscure kolchian legend -- that every single kolchian witch may trace her descent back to mighty calainon

A THOUSAND THOUSAND YEARS PASS...

in roderick's day, the most recent high priestess (sometimes called the 'fire-keeper' or 'witch-queen' of kolchis) was none other than the seeress who was amira's grandmother, with amira seemingly destined to be the next high priestess after her

while once the high priestesses of kolchis were revered, regarded almost like oracle of delphi meets melisandre of asshai-type figures, and each was regarded as the chief and best mystical advisor to the so-called god-kings of kolchis (so called bc it was calainon half-god who had established kingship in kolchis)

these priestesses were known as a powerhouses in their own right, the last known vestiages of calainon himself, ruling the hearts of the people of kolchis, and running a powerful temple overflowing with priestesses and acolytes, almost a small religious city within the greater city, itself, leading to them being known to outsiders as the 'witch-queen of kolchis'

yet by the time of amira's birth, the position had centuries since lost any luster, becoming a ruin of its former self

as the old religion faded into only memory anywhere but astaira, the high priestesses came to be despised, an embarrassing reminder of an age of backwater supersticion compared to the cosmopolitan center kolchis had became and wished to be

without the temple economy still running strong, kolchis' stratification intensified, till it was said that in kolchis, the rich fed not on fruits but on the poor

still worse for the temple, itself, nearly a thousand years ago, a war of religion broke out and the temple was sacked, much of it pulled down and the rest -- though marble -- burned (fun fact: marble ~will burn if the fire is hot enough) till all that was left of the erstwhile 'jewel of kolchis' was a crumbling, burned out shell of its former self. still, the high priestesses endured in the slums, and still the eternal flame burned on

the old city, where the ruined temple was located, was now located in the slums and grime of kolchis amongst its most dangerous dark corners

there, only the lost or the most daring would venture: the ruinous temple of the dragon and its keepers were seen as a supersticious and untrustworthy lot who lurked in the shadows, preying upon unsuspecting tourists

pick-pockets, liars, and harlots who played at mysticism and fortune telling to make off with valuables and steal souls, so the supersticion ran, for their dark, twisted magic

THE LIFE & TIMES OF AMIRA CALAINON

it is with this reputation and in this situation that amira and godfrey grew up, doing their utmost to protect little tristan from the sad truth of the world around them

their father had disappeared when tristan was a babe at the breast, likely murdered in the dangerous streets where they lived, while fleeing with what few valuables the family had left

their mother, the high priestess's only child, died of the pox while her children were still quiet small

thus, though blind and decrepit, it fell to their grandmother to raise her grandchildren

not thinking much of men in general, and regarding the sight as the realm of women anyway, as the kolchian culture long had held, the grandmother relied largely upon amira, training her in what arts she could with the expectation that, someday, amira's magic would show itself

a true believer, her grandmother was sure that, as the last female calainon, amira must be a witch or else the line of high priestesses would die with the grandmother, herself, unless amira were to produce a seer for a daughter

not wishing to surrender her only utility to an unborn daughter who may never even arrive, amira did her best to play along as a witch

a thing which exulted her in her grandmother's eyes who, though she loved her grandchildren fiercely, regarded only other seers as her equals

amira learned to read bones and fires and stars for potential futures (or at least to guess at them)

she learned to read people and 'see' in their futures what they wanted

she learned trickery and slight of hand and, perhaps most of all, she learned about poisons

such things were sacred to the kolchian dragon, known for poisonous fangs and breath and fire hot enough to melt the bones even of beings divine and cold as winter

meanwhile, living in extreme poverty, godfrey and amira learned to lie, to steal, to spy, and to cheat simply in order to subsist

RODERICK

by the time roderick invaded, things were desperate indeed

the star of the cosmopolitan center of kolchis, even, was well into its decline

kolchis had become so corrupt and top heavy that the rich knew little at all of what their ppl suffered -- and cared even less -- living in sublime luxury while everything they sat upon rotted beneath them

still, the god-king was eager to keep what little was left of his so-called empire, now reduced only to a single city

it was soon quite clear that kolchis was roderick's target

the god-king sent many troops to die in vain upon the teeth of roderick's armies, but nothing he did would hold the young would-be conqueror back

at last, with roderick upon him, the god-king ordered the impregnable gates of kolchis closed and laid in wait for a siege

the people in the streets began to starve -- and soon enough amira's own grandmother succumbed

but watching their grandmother slowly die, amira and godfrey had already long since sprung into action, lying and deceiving their way into the palace as servants

there they watched and listened and plotted, aligning themselves with a growing restless movement amongst the poor who meant to tear their god-king down w them

so it was that the common ppl stormed the god-king's castle, killing his guards and his ministers and hanging their bodies from the high walls and trees of of kolchis (yes this is a golden fleece reference)

ultimately, guided by amira and godfrey who knew the freedom fighters of kolchis could not possibly overpower roderick, the god-king's head was delivered to roderick as a gift, and the gates opened to him, inviting him inside as their celebrated and longed-for emperor, with amira as the chief intermediary sent to treat with him given her status as high priestess of kolchis

seeing an opportunity, amira immediately set about seducing the emperor, cleopatra and anne boleyn-style

while also taking full advantage of the local legend she'd heard from her grandmother, and introducing herself as amira calainon, supposedly acknowledged descendant of calainon, the first god-king of kolchis

she was willing to bet, afterall, that roderick probably admired and wished to associated with himself. she wasn't wrong.

so she brought him a head and a crown of laurel leaves and slowly made herself a queen

amira crowned roderick king of kolchis (roderick abolishing all use of the term 'god-king'), herself, in her role as high priestess of kolchis, in the sight of all the kolchians, at the ancient temple of the dragon which roderick had had esp restored for the event

before her marriage, she appointed an acting high priestess to keep the eternal flame burning

which roderick permits as a cultural tradition relating to the cultural hero, calainon, his own relative by marriage

a connection sealed with the birth of their son, edmund

VENGEANCE -- OR FEAR

to be clear, amira is not in love with roderick (they have some weird twisted thing that i could write its own novella on probs but that's for another time), he is the means to an end. for one thing, with one move she had gone from desperately clinging to survival in the slums to one of the richest and most powerful women in the known world, but this was not her only goal in wedding roderick.

amira wants money, she wants power, and she wants revenge. she wants vengeance on roderick, as she blames him (as well as the god-king of kolchis, but she's already wreaked her vengeance upon ~him) for the death of her grandmother, the only person besides godfrey who ever really looked out for amira, and certainly the only one who ever saw smth superior to all others in her.

she also wants revenge against all those -- and even the symbols of those -- who held her head underwater so long so that they, themsleves, could breathe

amira enjoys, endorses, and encourages all of roderick's worst traits bc his zest for conquest is a weapon she wields against the rest of the world. now ~she's the the one holding ~their heads underwater. bitch.

but most of all she wants revenge upon the world for allowing any of it to happen

she means to wait a long time to avenge herself on roderick, himself. when she is ready, he will die, as will all of his children save her own, and edmund will reign at last, and they will finally, finally be untouchable.

in the end, however, even amira's quest for vengeance is rooted in the deep horror she cannot face, the fear that she, too, will be conquered, defeated, helpless, and left to starve to death w the only ppl she truly loves in the fetid streets, just like the only woman who ever loved her.

however, she seeks always to project strength (even to herself!), as it is an armor, her last line of defense, to prevent this from happening, so she will stop at nothing, doing literally whatever it takes, to see her goals met bc then and only then will she be truly safe, or at least as safe as anyone in this world can ever be, with edmund as emperor

as a result, she is always quick to remind herself that it is vengeance and not safety she truly seeks -- but is that really true?

#ooc #about #edmund varmont #godfrey calainon #tristan calainon #roderick varmont #all this also made me think abt an au where she gives into roderick and becomes his official mistress instead of his queen #in that au edmund is his fav kid who he holds over the heads of his other children threatening to legitimize and disinherit them #in that au amira ultimately does poison the empress (so that roderick can marry ~her) but it takes far longer bc she has much less access #so she finally gets her at a big event where as a result dozens of other ppl are always poisoned #to this day roderick still believes ~he was the real target #amira does successfully persuade him to take her as his second wife but then there's strife at court as to whether edmund was legitimized #when they married or if only children born after their marriage can be seen so and ofc roderick won't way in #amira starts poisoning his legit kids as a result only for her to learn that he has now taken marian as his mistress #convinced that marian will kill amira the way amira killed the first empress she poisons her as well #but now her children suspect foul play and factions at court start whispering abt the fate of roderick's first empress #so w all these pressures amira decides to have another child and thus she gives her own son a rival for his future throne #idk where it all goes from there but yeah my brain really went wild on that one huh lakjsdflkjsdjf #ANYWAYYYYY #have her bg ig

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